The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The pistons screamed. It was not the smooth, rhythmic thrum of a healthy engine, but a jagged, tearing shriek that vibrated through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my shins. I was twelve years old, Elias, and I was standing in the throat of the Golden Master, the massive, rusted steam engine that dominated the sealed boiler room of my father’s textile mill. My mother lay upstairs,...

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