The Slow Grinding of Old Iron: A Legacy Left in the Dust of a Changing World
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF AGE The white liquid splattered across the stainless steel tray, pooling around the edges of the cold meatloaf and gray peas. It ran down the lip of the metal, dripping onto the heavy wool of Arthur’s trousers. The scent of souring lactose rose immediately, mixing with the sharp smell of…