The Night Belongs to Someone Else
Drake Brule is a generous man—after a fashion. His personal business, that free-iron work he had done for these past twenty years, was in danger. His generosity, his triple-tap mercy; his trademark benediction in this phony world of mass contradiction, was under dire threat. Something was stalking the night, slinking along, meddling in HIS night, impinging on the latitude of action he had long since resurrected as his sacred birthright. Times were nigh, necessitating a backup action. For Drake Brule did not plan, but acted...
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