The Echo of the Rust Belt
The town of Oakhaven, Ohio, was a place where the ghosts of industry lived in the rusted skeletons of steel mills. The sky was a permanent shade of bruised grey, and the only thing that grew in the soil was a deep, generational resignation. Arthur Penhaligon had taught the same fourth-grade class at the local elementary school for thirty-two years. He was a man of habit—brown corduroy trousers,...
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