The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The mill smelled of wet wool and rust. It was a smell that settled in the sinews, a heavy, grey weight that Thomas Bradshaw carried in his lungs. He stood before the great circular saw, the blade singing its high, thin note. It was a sound that cut through the noise of the steam engines, a sharp, metallic scream. Thomas watched the wood. He did not look at his hands. His hands were tools. They...

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