The Weight of Fraying Asphalt and Tarnished Brass at the Edge of a Forgotten World
CHAPTER 1: THE SALUTE AT FIRST AND MAIN “You think that faded green cloth makes you invisible, old man?” The voice came low, vibrating through the chrome frame of the silver cruiser. The exhaust notes of twenty other heavy motorcycles idled in a thick, rhythmic thrumming that shook the loose glass in the storefronts of…