CHAPTER ONE – WHOSE HANDS ARE BLOODY?

Kyle was sitting behind the bar of a fancy restaurant, attempting to quiet his thoughts. He tried to catch them, cram them into tiny drawers in his mind, but as they shifted and moved and squirmed, every time one of them fell out and rolled around his mind wildly…

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