The dog was bleeding on the shoulder of Route 9, the kind of road...

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The dog was bleeding on the shoulder of Route 9, the kind of road that used to connect towns in Ohio before the factories closed and the trucks stopped coming and the people who were left learned to look at the ground instead of the horizon.

Ray knew the dog was bleeding because he could smell it, iron and salt and the sharp coppery tang that blind people recognize the way sighted people recognize colors: immediately, instinctively, without thinking about it. He knelt on the asphalt. The road was cold, the kind of cold that gets into your bones and stays there until spring, which in this part of Ohio arrives late and leaves early...

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