The Iron Stance of a Forgotten Command Found on the Rusted Urban Concrete
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE WALK The yellow sodium light overhead hummed with a low, cyclic vibration that vibrated straight through the iron eyelets of his boots. It was a gritty, industrial cold that settled over the city block, the kind of dampness that made the old iron railings along the storefronts sweat a…
