The Rust Belt Truth
The rain in Pittsburgh doesn't fall. It hangs. Like a curtain of wet gray gauze that nobody thought to draw back when the city stopped mattering. Ray Kowalski stood in the shell of the Homestead Steel Works and watched the rain turn rust into blood. He'd been coming here for three years, ever since the YouTube algorithm decided that abandoned industrial sites were "aesthetic." He didn't know...
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