The factory was bigger than it had any right to be. It sat on the...

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The factory was bigger than it had any right to be. It sat on the edge of town like a sleeping animal, its brick walls stained by decades of smoke and rain, its windows dark except for the one or two that Frank Delaney kept lit during his shift.

Frank was forty-two and had been working the night shift at the factory for three years. Before that, he had been a researcher at a university, and before that a student, and before that a kid from this town who had thought he'd leave and never come back. The factory made parts for things Frank didn't care about. He walked the corridors from seven at night to seven in the morning, checking...

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