Toronto, 1928. Frostbitten and pious. Decay creeps just beneath the glittering splendour of the age. Work in a slaughterhouse and surrender to the atrophy of conscience, flesh, and reality itself.


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Toronto, 1928. Frostbitten and pious. Decay creeps just beneath the glittering splendour of the age. Work in a slaughterhouse and surrender to the atrophy of conscience, flesh, and reality itself.