The Currency of Dust

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The town of Oakhaven was a place where the wind tasted of rust and the sky was the color of a bruised plum. Gary drove his beat-up sedan through the main street, his eyes glazed with the fatigue of a twelve-hour shift at the mill. He was a man who had stopped expecting things to get better. The crash was a triviality. A fender-bender with a man in a faded flannel shirt. There was no screaming,...

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