The Rust-Eaten Dream

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The town of Oakhaven was a place where the wind tasted of iron and the sky was the color of a bruised plum. Bill lived in a trailer that leaned precariously toward the river, a man whose only remaining possession was a cough that sounded like gravel in a blender. He found the machine in a scrap heap behind an abandoned textile mill. It was an ancient, rusted vending machine that didn't take...

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