The Three-Second Grace
Leo lived in the rust. Detroit was a graveyard of ambitions, a city of skeletal factories and rain that tasted like iron. He spent his days at a scrap yard, sorting through the corpses of the industrial age, looking for copper and aluminum to sell for a few crumpled dollars. He found the Shard in a pile of discarded medical waste. It was a sliver of iridescent glass, no larger than a...
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