Ashes of the Forgotten
Ashes of the Forgotten Part I The convenience store on East Grand Boulevard in Detroit was gray in a way that had nothing to do with paint. The walls had been painted gray once, maybe twenty years ago, but the gray had faded to something lighter, something that looked almost honest. The fluorescent lights hummed in a frequency that made your teeth ache if you stood under them too long. The...
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