The Rust and the Light
Leo lived in a room that smelled of old grease and desperation. His apartment was a concrete box in the heart of Detroit, a city that had once been the engine of the world and was now just a graveyard of rusted steel. He worked twelve-hour shifts at a stamping plant, his hands permanently stained with oil, his lungs filled with the dust of a dying industry. He didn't have a life. He had a...
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