The Thing You Ask For
Tom Briggs lived in a house that had given up on being a house and was now just three rooms and a roof trying to stay on. It sat on a street in Youngstown that had stopped being a street when the steel mill closed and everyone on it moved to Florida or died or did both, though usually just one or the other. The gong arrived in a cardboard box with no return address. Inside, it sat on a layer of...
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