The Silent Friction of Iron Beneath the Bleached Concrete of a Fading American Dream
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF DEBRIS The heat came off the asphalt in dry, invisible waves, carrying the bitter scent of scorched fescue and the chemical tang of cheap packing tape. Arthur didn’t move from the third step of his porch. His thumbs were tucked into the waist of his dark work pants, his fingers…