The Golden Downtown

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The boiler room smelled of rust and hot oil, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat as he tightened the coupling on the new steam engine, the brass fitting slick under his greasy fingers. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hands that had already learned the calloused grip of the mill, and he held the withered stalk of golden wisteria in his other hand, the...

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