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Soft white ceiling lights filled every corner of the room. The bed was neatly made, the curtains slightly open, letting in a faint glow from …
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Soft white ceiling lights filled every corner of the room. The bed was neatly made, the curtains slightly open, letting in a faint glow from …
“I’ve done something really bad… that’s why I live alone.” That sentence had lived inside Ethan Cole’s head for three years. His apartment in downtown …
For one year, the richest man in the city lived like a ghost. On the cold sidewalks of New York, people called him nothing. Some …
The wind cut through downtown Chicago like it had something personal against the living. It was late October, the kind of cold that arrived early …