The Golden Circuit
Harrowgate! The word hung in the air, sharp as a snapped wire, and I straightened my back until my spine cracked, a sound that seemed too loud in the dim, coal-dusted gloom of the mill floor. It was October, the kind of cold that seeps into the joints and stays there, and I was forty-two years old, my hands mapped with the white scars of twenty years’ labor, yet then I felt like a boy who had...
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