Chapter 11: The Council’s Decree
Silas O’Rourke’s eyes, clear and unwavering, moved from Marcus to me, then swept across the assembled dockworkers. The quiet of the parking lot was absolute, [more…]
Silas O’Rourke’s eyes, clear and unwavering, moved from Marcus to me, then swept across the assembled dockworkers. The quiet of the parking lot was absolute, [more…]
Three days later, the autumn morning over Lake Michigan was crisp and overcast, mirroring the mood that still clung to the salvage yard. The air [more…]