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It was a Tuesday, the slow shift before the spring racing season kicked in. She was cutting the industrial shrink-wrap off a fresh shipment when something clattered onto the concrete floor. Not dust. Not a chunk of rubber. A key. Brass, old, with a plastic fob that read Lodge 19 .

Not hooves.

“Because according to the bill of lading, that roll’s polymer blend includes 12 percent material sourced from a facility in Minsk. The facility doesn’t exist anymore. It was shuttered in 1998. After Chernobyl.” polytrack imports

Maya felt the key in her pocket, still warm. “What does that mean?” It was a Tuesday, the slow shift before