Rust-and-Static
Rust and Static Act I: The Night Shift Rick McMullen picked up his first fare at 11:47 PM on a November night in Youngstown, Ohio. The app on his phone lit up with a green pulse - a ride request from someone on the edge of town, somewhere near the old steel mill that had been closed for seven years. He drove there in silence. The car smelled like fast food and the faint, perpetual damp of a...
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