The Weight of Red Clay and Cold Iron in the Shadow of Oakridge
CHAPTER 1: THE ACCIDENT OF ALUMINUM AND ANCIENT BRICK The sound wasn’t wind, and it wasn’t the thermal expansion of fifty-year-old pine trusses setting under the late-August sun. It was the sharp, hollow clack of painted aluminum biting into raw red brick. Marcus Vance didn’t drop the socket wrench. He set it down on the…