The Debt of Days
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the wind always smelled of rust and wet ash. It was a town of collapsed factories and boarded-up storefronts, a skeletal remains of an industrial dream that had died forty years ago. In Oakhaven, the only thing that grew was the debt. Leo worked at the scrap yard, spending his days hauling twisted girders and crushed cars under a sky the color of a bruised...
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