The Rust and the Dream
The factory had been closed for eleven months when Billy Ray finally stopped going. Not because he had found another job—he hadn't. Not because he had given up hope—he hadn't done that either. He stopped going because the chain on the gate had been cut and the security guard had stopped checking, and the sight of the empty parking lot, the dark windows, the rust spreading across the siding like...
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