The Distant Metropolis
Thorne! Come here, you old mule, right now, before the shift bell rings and I have to fill your file with another grievance for lateness and negligence." The voice of Foreman Halloway cut through the thick, soot-choked air of the mill, sharp and bureaucratic, a sound that seemed to scrape against the very walls of the factory floor where the looms clattered in their relentless, mechanical...
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