Chapter 54: Harley

The sky is the color of old bruises—smoky purples, moody grays, and that eerie kind of gold that makes the air feel like it’s holding its breath—as I step out of my front door, my hoodie sleeves shoved up to my elbows, a crumpled takeout receipt in one hand, and an overfilled trash bag in the other....

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