Medina Falcón
There Goes Jack Rusty
By Medina Falcón Because the saviors are cold and weary, because the streets are old and empty, the spirit of the city, is each and every one. ― J.W. Forsythe On a cold, smoky night in Detroit, dark gray clouds reflected off an abandoned storefront’s windows in the worst part of town. Jack Rusty walked [...]
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