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Liberty City, Miami

Winston Channer had gone to ground in Miami’s ghetto, surrounded by guards in a small house two blocks from Sherdavia Jenkins Peace Park. He had no idea who Sherdavia was, didn’t know his or her story, and did not care to hear it. Another victim of the race war, he assumed, whose pain could not compare with the throbbing ache in his arm and shoulder.