Three Depths
The gas station sat at the intersection of Mahoning Avenue and a road that had once been busy but now saw perhaps forty cars a day, most of them rolling past without stopping. The concrete forecourt was cracked in a pattern that Danny Miller had memorized since childhood — a spiderweb radiating outward from Pump Three, where a buried tank had settled unevenly sometime in the late nineties and...
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