Chapter 2: An Inheritance of Grief
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THE HAMMER FILES: A Gift from Christmas Past
A Resolve Cast in Concrete Erma’s hand on mine was an anchor pulling me back to a life I’d thought was lost at sea. My own daughter. The words hung
THE HAMMER FILES: Jack Misses the Mark
The Unseen Signs The cold night air followed me back to my office. The familiar smell of dust and old paper was a comfort, a truth I could always count on.
THE HAMMER FILES: The Oakmont Lead
A Trail of Letters The wooden box sat on my desk, a time capsule of a life I’d only half-lived. I ran my thumb over the old wrapping paper one last time,
THE HAMMER FILES: The Cold Trail to Oakmont
Case Point: A New Perspective The old city was a ghost in the rearview mirror. I watched it fade, the concrete towers shrinking into a hazy smudge of regret.