The Golden Crossing

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The brass fittings of the lathe had begun to tarnish under the weight of my hands, a dulling that mirrored the slow, creeping erosion of the self I had been when I first crossed the Atlantic with nothing but a satchel of letters and a heart full of a language that no longer fit my mouth. I worked in the basement of the Whitmore & Sons textile factory in Lowell, Massachusetts, where the air was...

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