THE FROST OF BETRAYAL
Frank Kowalski stood in the parking lot of the Great Lakes Manufacturing plant with a cardboard box in his hands. The box contained a lunch pail, a framed photo of his wife and son, a set of wrenches, and a company watch he had not earned. The factory gates were locked. A chain hung across the entrance like a dead rope. He looked at the building. It had been his life for twenty-three years. Now...
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