The Invisible Ceiling
The town of Oakhaven didn't believe in horizons; it believed in fences. It was a place where the wind always smelled of damp pine and old disappointment, a Midwestern relic where the factories had closed twenty years ago, leaving behind a skeletal landscape of rusted steel and broken promises. Sam lived in the gaps of this landscape. He worked the graveyard shift at a Shell station, scrubbing...
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