The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The soot in your lungs tastes like burnt sugar and iron. You are twelve years old, and your hands are raw, the skin split by the friction of the spinning mule’s carriage. In your left pocket, you clutch a dead sparrow. Its beak is gold-plated, a thin, bright strip of metal that catches the dim gaslight of the mill yard. You want to show it to Foreman Halloway. You believe the bird is an omen, a...

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