The Weight of Quiet Iron: One Veteran’s Final Stand Against the Creeping Chaos of the City
CHAPTER 1: THE HUSHED STEEL The air inside the subway car was heavy, tasting of ozone and stale, damp wool. It was 11:42 PM—the witching hour for the desperate and the predatory. The girl, pinned between the sliding doors and the blue plastic seat, trembled. Her eyes were wide, darting toward the exits, but the…