The Breath of Rust
The third month after they closed the plant, Mike went up to the attic because the trash cans were full. Not garbage cans—the big black plastic ones on the curb. They had overflowed three days ago and the smell was something he could not get out of his clothes. He found the book on a shelf behind a box of Christmas decorations and a winter coat with holes in the elbows. It was thin. The cover...
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