The river at dawn was the color of old tin, and the ruins of...

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The river at dawn was the color of old tin, and the ruins of Oakhaven did not so much stand as sag—a town that had been built on coal and had died when coal went out, leaving behind a skeleton of b...

Ray Donovan stood on the ridge above the town, hands in the pockets of a coat that had not seen a tailor since 1968, and watched the morning light struggle through the smog that hung over the valley like a gray blanket. He was fifty-five years old, had spent thirty of them working at the steel plant before it closed, and had spent the last five years trying to figure out why the animals kept...

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