The Iron Chorus
I The factory bell had not yet finished its dying shriek when the girl fell. Eleanor Ashworth stood at the gate of Thorne's Meat Processing Works on Whitechapel Road, her ledger clutched against her chest like a shield she did not possess. She had been inside for only twenty minutes, interviewing the foreman about the three children lost to the machinery in the past quarter. The foreman had...
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