From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
I run my thumb over the rough, stiff cardstock of the new Rook deck, admiring how the ink stains the weave of the fibers. It is truly capital to see such a diversion in the hands of a common man, though I watch him nervously clutch his coat of heavy, scratchy wool. He counts out a single nickel for a loaf, muttering how $0.05 is a steep price for grain when thieves are bold enough to rob a man twice in one night. The air smells of coal soot and the sharp, metallic tang of his new electric toaster warming on the counter.