Day 10: Old by Nikki

I work in the renovated mills in the lovely city of Manchester, where they have taken various objects that used to make the mill run and turned them into "art." This item is so old that it isn't even labeled, it merely sits outside our main office and judges us all. I believe it is some sort of wheel or cog that once helped make textiles, or perhaps shoes. Whatever it did, it contributed to the river behind the mill smelling eight ways from Sunday on hot days. And it is old.