The Distant Crown
The envelope was thick, the paper heavy with the grey dust of the mill, and when Elias Thorne tore it open, the smell of machine oil and burnt coal clung to the ink like a wet dog. It was a notice of promotion, signed by Mr. Halloway, moving Elias from the day shift foreman to the night supervisor, a title that sounded like a noose tightening around the neck of his freedom. He read it three...
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