The Rust Hole
ACT I: THE CALL Tony called at six in the morning, which meant either something was wrong or something was possible. Frank knew this the way he knew that the night shift at Walmart meant his hands would smell like cardboard until noon. "There's gold in the old mine," Tony said. No hello. No how are you. Just the proposition, dropped like a stone into water. Frank was making coffee in his...
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