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Getting shot isn’t fun—I should know. After a disastrous end to my last job, I tear through the streets of Pittsburgh in the back of a blackberry sedan, staining the upholstery as a chilly nursing school dropout with a morbid sense of humor ferries me to our next destination.
We dodge our pursuers and find sanctuary in a makeshift (and probably illegal) hospital, where a grieving ex-surgeon is my only hope as my consciousness fades like an old song. Infused with necromantic energy, I’m pulled into the Underworld on a morphine drip. There, a power struggle unfolds like origami, each fold more connected to my fleshy predicament than I could have ever imagined.
But as I’m laid up in a medical coma and the political web unravels, law enforcement comes calling, and the price of keeping me safe rises by the hour.
This is the second installment in an ongoing trilogy, wrapping up the main plot while leaving threads dangling for the future.
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