The Golden Mirror
The copper wire came in by the pound. I weighed it on the brass scale in the back of the mill office, the needle trembling against the zero mark before I added the first coil. It was a heavy, dull thing, stripped of its insulation and coiled tight as a sleeping snake. I counted the feet. Twelve hundred. I noted the weight. Nine pounds, four ounces. The ledger was open on the desk, its pages...
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