Signals from Nowhere
I The rain in Manchester doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime wetter. Tommy Black stood outside the community center, watching the water run down the cracked pavement and carry cigarette butts and plastic wrappers toward the drain that never quite managed to handle it. He was thirty-four, had worked the docks until they closed, then tried everything else until nothing stuck. Now...
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