The Golden Farce
Chapter One Why does a man look at a child with such terrible patience? Lester Pell asked the question aloud, the words catching in the soot that coated his throat, as he stood in the center of the Cornwall tin works where the air tasted of wet iron and old sweat. The main crane had collapsed an hour ago, a shriek of twisting steel that had silenced the entire floor, leaving only the groan of...
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