The Last Museum
The warehouse smelled like rust and forgotten things, and Barney Cross stood in the center of it with a flashlight and a list of names that nobody had ever read. He was fifty-two years old, which meant he had spent roughly half his life working at the Delphi Manufacturing Plant and the other half trying to figure out what to do with himself after the plant closed. The closure had happened on a...
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