Concealing His Crown

The Factory Floor

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The Factory Floor

I grabbed my worn tote bag and stepped out into the biting morning air. The walk to the subway station was a blur of gray sidewalks, but my mind was consumed by the physical toll my body was demanding.

I squeezed onto the crowded train, scanning the car for an empty seat, but unfortunately failed. Every spot was taken. I grabbed onto the overhead railing as the train lurched forward into the dark