The Rust-Belt Lottery

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The wind in Ohio didn't blow; it scraped. It scraped against the corrugated iron of the abandoned mills and the grey skin of the men who still lived in the shadow of the smokestacks. Elias was one of them, a man whose life was measured in shifts and overtime, whose only dream was a small plot of land where the air didn't taste like sulfur. Then came the ticket. A fluke of mathematics, a single...

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