This is a continuation of “Shadows of the Forge,” an “intuitive rust” story. The previous chapter is here:
Portland
The rain drizzled sorrowfully through the blossoms of moss-laden trees onto the ancient Volvo’s cracked windshield, smearing the city’s reflection as they passed from neighborhood bungalows and pocket gardens to downtown Portland’s gleaming …
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