The Concrete Grind

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Detroit didn't sleep; it just rusted in a slow, rhythmic decay. Mike lived in a world of oil and iron, and his only sanctuary was a 1998 sedan he had rebuilt from a scrap heap. The car was his armor, his only proof that he wasn't just another ghost in the ruins of the Motor City. The scratches appeared on a rainy Monday. They were deep, ugly, and deliberate. Mike didn't call the police; in this...

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