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Rain-slicked asphalt gleamed under the sodium lamps of Oldtown's labyrinthine streets, where Jordan Hale pedaled through...

Thomas Renoui had always been a man who carved his own path, even when the world insisted on straight lines. At seventy-...

In the dim hum of the call center on the fourteenth floor of a sagging office tower in downtown Cleveland, Riley hunched...

In the hushed nave of the Eldridge Manor, dust motes danced like forgotten spirits in the slanted afternoon light, Regin...

Galileo had always been a man of distances. From the frozen sweeps of his childhood in Russia, where he'd learned the ar...

Sarah Connor slung plates of greasy eggs and watery coffee across the sticky counter of the all-night diner in Hell's Ki...

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Elvis had always been a ghost in the machine, the kind of man who slipped through the cracks of the digital age like smo...

Castalan had always been the guy who fixed what others broke, or more often, tore apart what deserved breaking. In a din...

Frankie Russo had always been the good son, the straight-arrow kid from a lineage of badges and night shifts. His dad pa...

Stephan hunched over his desk in the dim glow of his laptop screen, the hum of the lab's ventilation system a familiar w...