Ashen Wing
The truck sat in the Walmart parking lot like everything else in this town: abandoned but not yet dead. Tom Harlan sat behind the wheel at two in the morning, unable to sleep, unable to drink enough to try. The radio was off. The cabin was quiet except for the occasional groan of metal cooling in the cold Ohio air. He looked at the rusted fence separating the parking lot from the abandoned lot...
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