The Only Roof

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The Only Roof

The wind in Detroit didn't blow; it scraped. It scraped against the rusted skeletons of factories and the shattered windows of houses that had long since forgotten the sound of laughter. Silas sat in the backseat of a 1998 Buick LeSabre, the upholstery smelling of old tobacco and damp cardboard. The car was parked in a public lot, its tires flat, its engine a dead weight of iron. To the city,...

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