The Load-Bearing Song
The water was cold. Ray Kowalski stood under it anyway. It was the only way to shower in this apartment—the hot water heater had died three months ago, along with the steel mill, along with pretty much everything else that had given this town a reason to exist. He hummed. Not consciously. His body just did it, the way it breathed or blinked. A melody, complete from start to finish, came out of...
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