The Price of Rust: A Story of Generational Friction and Fallen Order
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE TRAY The aluminum tray hit the polished tile with a sound like a small mortar shell clearing the tube. White ceramic mugs shattered, sending thick, institutional gravy and lukewarm coffee pooling across the gray linoleum. A piece of gristle slid toward the toe of a spit-shined combat boot. “Chow…