The Faded Photograph

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Chapter One Ray Sturgis had not slept in three days, a fact that made the grease on my hands feel less like dirt and more like a second skin, tight and unyielding against the cold. It was the fourth of November, and the thaw had turned the streets of the outer boroughs into a soup of black mud and rotting leaf litter, a physical fact that made walking a negotiation with gravity. I was a...

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