The Wistful Throne

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The boiler broke at noon. Steam hissed from the pipe. It sprayed hot water onto the floor. The men stopped. They looked at the leak. They looked at each other. Thomas Whitmore stood by the wall. He held his hat in his hands. He was old. His hands shook. Not from cold. From the years. The factory floor was cold. The air smelled of rust and old sweat. "Who is on shift?" asked the foreman. His...

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