The truck hadn't started in three years. Neither had I, really.

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Carl Henderson lived in a house that wasn't a house—it was a box with a roof, sitting on a patch of dirt that used to be a parking lot before the factory closed before the town died before anything mattered. He was forty-two. He had been forty-two for six years. Time stopped moving when your wife left, your daughter stopped calling, and your truck stopped starting. The drone was military...

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