The Rust Belt Ace
The race was already over before Jack started. He knew that. Everyone in that warehouse knew that. The bets were placed, the outcomes calculated, the winners already counting their money in the back room while the losers drank themselves stupid in the corner. Jack stood in the center of the concrete floor with a German jet engine between his legs and a cigarette burning down to the filter in...
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