Rust and Reflection
The package arrived on a Tuesday. Ray sat at his kitchen table, the kind of table that wobbles because one leg is shorter than the others and he has never bothered to fix it, and opened the package with hands that had once operated steel mill machinery and now mostly operated a steering wheel and a gear shift. Inside: three hundred handwritten pages and a rusted key. The pages were filled with...
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