The Heavy Cost of Cold Iron: A Veteran’s Stand in the Architecture of the Broken
CHAPTER 1: THE TASTE OF IRON “Pick it up,” Miller said. His voice didn’t shake, but it had the flat, dry quality of old topsoil. The large man on the concrete didn’t move. A thin line of dark, metallic-smelling blood was beginning to pool near his left ear, filling the shallow groove of a expansion…
