The store smelled like everything else in Duluth: old, damp, and waiting to close.
Larry Hanson sat behind the counter with a beer that had gone warm somewhere around noon. It was now four in the afternoon. He hadn't opened the store so much as unlocked it and sat down. The sign in the window said OPEN but the letters were from 2018 and one of the Os was flickering because the wiring was shot. This was the second time this month something had gone missing. Not stolen,...
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