Prologue
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Prologue
His shattered finger snapped as he dug it into the ground, attempting to drag the full dead weight of his body along the rough cobbled stone of the Soho alley, dark of shadow. Loose fingernails long since splintered, now ragged and worn down to exposed bone. Decaying knuckles disintegrated against the pavement—flakey remnants of flesh smearing his face as his head lolled on the inexorably slow and uncertain path.
Racked by shuddering, painful sobs, he wished only to get as far as he could from the potter’s field hole in which he had been buried.
Back to the family he loved more than life, or death, itself.
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