Chapter 52
It’s quiet. The day is bright with early autumn sun but the days are getting shorter and cooler. Austin and I stand behind in an empty parking lot that’s tucked between Bathurst subway station and an apartment complex covered in semi-circle balconies. On the other side of the building is Bloor Street. There's an empty convenience store, a cheap noodle joint called the Noodle Box, and a boarded-up, dilapidated Shoppers drug store in the base of the building. I stand up to my knees in the waste from the noodle restaurant. As I stand in the green, rusting dumpster I see something mottled red and yellow shining beneath the slime of rotting meat. “Austin, look!” I plunge one hand into the rot and extract the thing. “What is it?” He asks as I pull it free and hold it up for him to see. It’s a
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