The White Walls of Silence
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the wind smelled of sulfur and dead factories. Frank lived in a rusted Airstream trailer on the edge of a gravel lot, a man whose life had been measured in shifts at the steel mill and the slow accumulation of joint pain. He was a man of few words, most of them spoken to the stray dogs that lingered around the scrap heaps. He found the wolf in the winter...
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