The Rust-Belt Oracle

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The rain in Oakhaven didn't wash things clean; it just turned the soot into a thick, black paste that clung to everything. Bill sat on the porch of a trailer that leaned precariously to the left, clutching a bottle of cheap rye that tasted like kerosene. Around him, the skeletal remains of the General Motors plant loomed over the town like the ribcage of a dead god. Bill was a nobody. He was a...

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