The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain lashed against the corrugated iron of the break room, a relentless drumming that drowned out the clatter of the shift change outside. I sat on a steel bench, my hands wrapped around a tin cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. The air smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco. I was Thomas, thirty-two, a foreman at the Carnegie Steel Mill in Pittsburgh, and I had come here to speak...

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