The Two Horn Honks
It was three in the afternoon and the sky was the color of a dirty dishrag. Earl Henderson drove his taxi down Main Street in Millerton, Ohio, a town that had been dead for ten years but didn't know it yet. The factories had closed in 2008, the big ones—the steel plant, the auto parts factory, the warehouse that employed half the town—and after that, everything had just gotten slower and...
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