The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The gauge is cold in your left hand. It is a brass cylinder, heavy and greasy, with a dial that ticks like a dying clock. You hold it up to the steam valve of the Blackwood Textile Mill’s main boiler. The needle jitters. Your fingers jitter with it. You have been an inspector for twenty years, but this hand, the one that lost two fingers at Ypres, has not stopped shaking since the armistice....

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