The Rust Reel
I. The factory had been closed for eight months, but Jack Morrison still walked past it every morning on his way to the job center. It was not hope that kept him coming--hope had left him somewhere around month three, along with his patience and his pride and most of his savings. It was habit. Muscle memory. The body continuing to perform rituals long after the mind had stopped believing in...
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