Rust and Lightning
I. The factory had been dead for seven years when Tommy Briggs found the locked cabinet. It was in the east wing, behind a wall of rusted conveyor belts and sheets of corrugated iron that had been peeling since the Reagan administration. The place was a carcass—Detroit suburbs stripped bare, jobs shipped to Mexico and China and nowhere left but the bones. Tommy came here to scavenge. Copper...
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