Chapter 610 Ghost
- Evander
- The nondescript warehouse in the Crescent City commercial center smells like cleaning solution and sweat.
- I rerack my weights, panting, catching my reflection in the dirty mirrors overlooking the makeshift gym in one corner of the massive building. Above me, light pours from several half-broken windows at the juncture of the galvanized roof. A single pigeon flies from one rafter to the other.