The Glass Veneer
The rain in Gary, Indiana, didn't wash things clean; it only turned the soot of the steel mills into a thick, black slurry that clung to everything. Claire drove her old Volvo through the streets she had spent fifteen years trying to forget, the grey landscape reflecting the exhaustion in her own bones. She had returned to the Rust Belt not out of nostalgia, but out of a grim familial duty—to...
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