The Faded Road
Act I The assembly line at the motor works hummed with the low, grinding rhythm of a thousand gears turning in unison, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of every worker on the floor, while outside the factory windows the January thaw tricked the orchards into blooming early, a deceptive softness that the wind would strip away by noon. In the office above the floor, where the air...
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