What We Talk About When We Talk About Steel
The factory was loud. It had always been loud. Frank Kowalski had worked here for twenty-two years and could not hear himself think, which was fine because there was never anything interesting happening in his head that needed to be heard. At 5 AM the shift started and the noise was the first thing and the last thing. It was a constant, bass-level roar that was not sound so much as pressure —...
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