The Golden Circuit
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its corners soft from being handled too many times, the ink smudged where my thumb had pressed against the paper in the dark. It was a notice of wage reduction, effective immediately, signed by the mill director, a man I had never met but whose name hung over every shift like a damp cloth. I read it again, the words blurring as the gas lamp sputtered,...
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