The Iron Apostle

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The Iron Apostle

The air in Detroit, 1924, tasted of ozone and hot grease. Julian stood on the catwalk of the assembly line, his eyes scanning the rhythmic dance of the machines. To the other engineers, it was a marvel of efficiency. To Julian, it was a crime. He saw the men below—grey-faced, hollow-eyed, their movements synchronized not by skill, but by the relentless beat of the conveyor belt. They were not...

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