The Calculus of Iron and Ash: A Crimson Standoff on Frayed City Asphalt
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF EXILE “Move those dynamic boots six inches back,” Miller said. The gravel beneath his work boot didn’t roll; it ground down into powder against the cracked asphalt. “Do it before the grease on this alley floor gets slick with something else.” The enforcer didn’t move. He was a wall of…