The Sticker
The factory smelled like rust and old coffee. Tyler Kowalski stood at the press machine and watched the metal come out bent, not straight. He bent it back with his hands and put it on the pile. The pile was getting bigger. The orders were getting smaller. Nobody said anything about it because nobody wanted to talk about it. Raymond Kowalski stood in his office across the hall and looked at the...
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