The industrial iron cooled on the metal shelf, a faint stain of rust blooming near the enamel handle. Steam condensed slowly across the chrome body, mingling with the damp, folded cotton towels stacked beside it. From the iron's base, a slow drip of water pattered onto the metal, the sound echoing in the utility closet. The air carried the metallic scent of ozone mixed with wet wool, a smell that signaled the long hours before the morning rush. The sole power cord, braided tightly with dozens of tiny, repeating clock hands, rested against the damp linens. At 3:17 AM, the digital clock glowed red, casting a cold light over the scene. The pressure of the remaining laundry waiting for the day was palpable, a quiet weight demanding completion.
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