Chapter 34 Ezekiel Marrow

“It can’t.” Marrow spat to the side, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and raised his voice until it rolled over the whole ridge. “Six months ago, I sat at a table with your president. Just the two of us, in the back room of the Skillet. He shook my hand and gave me his word. The east freig...

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