Ned sat like an old potato on his sofa, his wiry hair fraying like undone stitching on a leather glove. Life was tired and lonely. His thoughts drifted to his younger days, decades ago when things felt full and free, ‘before his juices dried up,’ as his friend Jack would say.
Shadow of the Sun · Excerpt 02
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