The Weight of the Cold Ground Beneath the Harsh Fluorescent Sky
CHAPTER 1: THE RESIDUE OF HARVEST The warehouse floor smelled of dry pine pallets, heavy plastic shrink-wrap, and the sharp, chemical tang of new compressor oil. It was a desaturated world beneath the high-bay metal halide lamps—everything coated in a thin, microscopic grit that rose from the constant scraping of forklifts against the gray concrete….