The Silicon Plow
I. The package arrived on a Thursday in October, when the dust storms had been raging for three days and Thomas Whitmore could not see the road from his house to the post office. He stood at his mailbox in the yellowing light, the dust coating his eyelashes and filling the creases of his palms, and held a parcel that had no return address. Inside the wrapping paper was a notebook. The...
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