The line stretched down Cermak like a patient serpent, fifty people at least, a chain of bodies pressed close but never close enough to share real warmth. Grady stamped his feet against the pavement for the hundredth time just to remind himself that his toes still existed.
The sound was sharp against concrete and rang like iron in the negative twelve de…
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