Life on Dusk has always been strange. Most people learn not to think too hard about it.
Asher Harlow is good at that. He works at Greyfield Grain & Supply, lets his friends do most of the talking, smokes dim, and avoids the parts of his life that might ask something of him.
Then one bad decision leaves him unable to trust what happened.
Greyfield is still the same cracked roads, dark fields, familiar faces, and long grey sky. But ordinary explanations begin to run thin.
The more Asher tries to put things back where they belong, the more it feels as though something has already been set in motion.
Greyfield has not changed.
So why does it feel like he has?
