The Iron Skin

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The Iron Skin

Detroit didn't sleep; it just rusted. The city was a graveyard of assembly lines and broken promises, where the sky was the color of a bruised plum. I lived in the gaps—the alleyways and the abandoned warehouses—until the men in the black suits found me. They didn't ask. They just took. I woke up in a room that smelled of ozone and burnt meat. My left arm was no longer flesh. It was a...

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