The Cog
The alarm clock screamed at 5:00 AM, a jagged sound that tore through the grey light of the bedroom. Liam didn't move. He lay staring at the water stain on the ceiling, which looked vaguely like a map of a country he would never visit. Ten years ago, Liam had been the foreman of the assembly line at the Miller-Cross plant. He had been the "golden boy," the one who knew every gear and every...
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