the boy into a narrow alley between a pawn shop and a skeletal laundromat.
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The Ghost of Milwaukee
The alley opened into a dead-end graveyard of wooden pallets and rusted dumpsters. Slumped against a soot-stained brick wall was a woman. Her skin was the color of ash, her lips tinged with a frightening shade of blue, her chest continue reading …
