The Faded Masquerade

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My hands were blackened with lead and dust as I pulled the last line of copy from the composing stick, the metal type clinking against the tray like teeth chattering in a cold room. The smell of the loom room upstairs, where the old linotypes still sat idle, hung heavy in the air, a mixture of machine oil and damp wool that had soaked into my skin over thirty years of setting type for the...

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