The Ashes of Ashworth
The Ashes of AshworthThe textile exchange gala smelled of beeswax and ambition. Elias Ashworth stood at the edge of the ballroom, a silver scale no larger than his hand resting in his waistcoat pocket. It had belonged to his great-grandfather, who used it to weigh raw cotton samples in the mill that no longer existed. Elias kept it now for the same reason he decided everything else by its...
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