The Guru of Rust
(V-05: Dirty Realism) Hank lived in a trailer that smelled of damp carpet and stale cigarettes. Outside, the sky over the Midwest was the color of a bruised plum, and the factory where he had worked for twenty years had closed its gates six months ago. He had a small pension, a bad back, and a void in his chest that felt like a physical weight. Then came the Guru. The man called himself "The...
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