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Her only friend was an old man named Edgar who lived three trailers down. Edgar had fought in a war no one talked about and now spent his days building intricate ships inside glass bottles. He said it taught him patience. Sheena would sit on his porch steps after her shift, the sun just beginning to pink the sky, and watch his gnarled fingers guide tiny masts through narrow necks.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I’m not leaving,” she said.

She lived in a town called Mercy, though no one could remember why. The rusted sign at the city limits said Population 412 , but Sheena suspected that number hadn’t been accurate since the textile mill closed. She worked the night shift at the Circle K, stacking beer coolers and wiping down slushie machines while the rest of Mercy dreamed or drank itself into silence. Her uniform was blue and orange, colors that clashed like the two halves of her life. sheena ryder lowtru