The Edge of the Dark–Chapter 3 Posted

It was coming around 6:30 when I found myself standing in front of Roger’s door. I took my life in my hands with a cabby who smelled like he went a couple rounds in a distillery, but I was in no mood for an uptown train to Hell’s Kitchen.¬†That’s where Roger called home. It’s where I used to call home too when I was a kid. 47th street was our old block for as far back the memory reel played in the back of my aging head. Read more.¬†

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