The Rust and the Rain
The water tasted like metal. Seth Harkins knew this because he had been drinking it for three weeks, and every time he put his mouth to the rusted pipe that ran from the abandoned steel mill into the creek behind it, he got the same taste: iron and something else, something sour that made his teeth ache. He drank it anyway. His throat was dry and the alternative was walking another mile to the...
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