The garage smelled like oil and winter. It was February in Detroit...

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The garage smelled like oil and winter. It was February in Detroit and the cold came through the walls like a person who didn't care whether you were inside or not.

Harry MacDonald stood at the workbench with a piece of steel in his right hand and a file in his left. He was filing the edge of what might become a rifle receiver or might become nothing. He wasn't sure yet. He was fifty-five years old and his hands were rough and his back hurt and he had been unemployed for eleven months. He filed the edge. Checked it against his thumb. Filed some more. The...

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