The Choice of the Rust Belt
(V-12: Dirty Realism) Cass lived in a house that was more rot than wood, in a part of Detroit where the streetlights had been dead since the nineties. Her days were a blur of cheap meth and the humming static of a broken television. She was a ghost haunting her own life, until she found the Pearl. It had come to her in a dream, a shimmering thing that smelled of ancient rain and deep earth....
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