The Golden Downtown

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The smell of iron and wet wool hung thick in the air, a physical weight that pressed against the back of my neck. I was not fighting the clock, nor the men who stood on the other side of the glass, but the clock was fighting me, and they were merely the audience to my slow, grinding defeat. My hands, stained with the black grease of the engine block I was trying to force into alignment,...

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