The Weight of the Skillet
The bicycle was old and rusted and had a chain that needed constant adjustment, but Arthur Pemberton had learned to listen to it, to feel the rhythm of its weaknesses through the pedals, the way a sailor feels the weaknesses of a ship. Each delivery was a conversation between the bike and the rider, a negotiation between human will and mechanical limitation, and Arthur had become fluent in that...
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