The Iron Man of York
The Iron Man of YorkThe fog in York did not lift in the morning. It settled over the cobbled streets like a wet blanket, thick with coal smoke and the distant hiss of steam. Walter Briggs walked through it every day, his nose a dark bump in the grey, his hands stained with the rust that never washed off.He worked at the foundry on Foss Bank, where the heat was so fierce you could crack an egg...
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