tariffs
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The reek of decay and buried truths choked Coldwater Hollow, a forsaken place where sunlight drowned in mist. Mark Strauss slogged along the splintered pavement of Main Street, his boots grinding against the rot of a town that seemed to quiver with dread. Nearing his late thirties, eyes sharp as shattered stone, his past was Read more
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Ten years had passed since the skies over Zaragoza, Spain, turned to blood. The pyramids—Giza, Chichen Itza, Teotihuacan—had roared to life, their ancient stones humming as beams of light lanced upward, stitching the heavens with red stars. The lattice of crimson threads wove a canopy that smothered the blue sky, and the rivers, from the Read more
Dany Slone 