The Weight of a Handful of Salt
(Act I: The Spark - 20%) The rain in Ohio didn't fall; it drifted, a grey curtain that blurred the line between the mud and the sky. Leo sat on a rusted milk crate outside a closed gas station, his boots leaking and his stomach a hollow ache. He was forty-two, though he looked sixty, his skin the color of old newsprint. He didn't have a home, just a tarp and a collection of plastic bottles he...
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