Reaping the Reckoning

The air in the factory was a choking shroud — dank, thick with mildew and the coppery tinge of blood. The rain beat on the roof, a constant roar that shook the rusted beams, dripping through holes like a man’s mouth and pooling on the concrete in pools smeared black with car oil. Valerie, feet p...

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