The Cult Beneath the Badge

It was just past 3 a.m. when I pulled off the highway, still covered in dust, dried sweat, and the stench of Grayson Street’s rotten history. I’d driven for almost two hours before I stopped just in case Marcus had anyone watching.

I parked in front of a 24-hour laundromat. The kind of place nobody...

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