The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Act I Does a thing know it is being eaten? I asked this to the grain in the palm of my hand, watching the kernels split open like tiny, yellow mouths. It was the summer of the reclamation, the time when the East End floods its gutters and the tourists flee to the coast, leaving only the dead machines and the men who clean them. I am Ralph Stroud, thirty-two, and I work the summer shift as a...

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