The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall of the Ironclad Steel Works did not smell of food, but of grease and heated iron, a sensory assault that Elias Thorne had endured for twenty-two years. It was the annual gala, a grotesque parody of celebration where the company’s executives sat at the long mahogany table, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected their own smugness, while the foremen stood in the shadows, their...

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