The Rust Detector
The detector sat on Jack Morrisey's workbench in the garage, humming softly like a refrigerator that had given up pretending to be quiet. It was a steel-housed industrial tool, the kind of thing you would find in any factory in town before the factories started closing: metal probe, digital display, calibration dial, and a label that read METAL FATIGUE ANALYZER MODEL 7B in letters that had...
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