The Cold Friction of Iron and Youth Amidst the Scattered Brass of a Changing Horizon
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE AGEING “Your kind built the world just to let it rot, old man,” the youth said, his voice cutting through the heavy grease-and-solvent air of the retail shop. Arthur did not turn around immediately. He kept his calloused thumbs resting on the edge of the glass counter, right above…