Unburied Secrets: The Veteran and the Gravel Pit Syndicate
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF IRON AND OATMEAL The neon light above the tray line hummed at a frequency that vibrated right behind Arthur’s temples. It was a cheap, industrial buzz, the kind that smelled like warm copper and old grease. He kept his head down, the bill of his faded polo cap casting a…