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The Assembly Line Ray Murphy woke up at six forty-five on a Monday. The alarm clock on the nightstand was a cheap plastic thing from the dollar store, the kind that stops working if you look at it wrong. It was working today. The numbers glowed red in the dark: 6:45. He turned it off with his hand, felt the cold plastic against his palm, and lay there for a minute listening to the house settle...
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