Rust and Glory
Rust and Glory I always knew Tommy was special. I just didn't know how special would destroy him. We grew up on Detroit's east side, where the factories used to hum and the streets used to smell like steel and ambition. Now the factories are hollow shells, their rusted skeletons visible from every street, and the only thing humming is the wind through broken windows. Tommy Delaney was bigger...
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