The Golden Master
The brass wheel weighed exactly four pounds and two ounces in your left hand, a weight you had memorized by lifting it every morning for three years. You counted the turns of the rusted handle as you walked toward the main intake line, one, two, three, matching the rhythm of your boots on the wet concrete. The plant hummed beneath your feet, a low mechanical growl that vibrated in your teeth,...
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