The Iron Balance
(V-13: Grand Narrative) The soot of Manchester did not just stain the brick; it stained the soul. Edward stood on the gantry of the Great Northern Mill, watching ten thousand spindles whirl in a rhythmic, deafening roar. Below him, the workers moved like ghosts in the steam, their faces etched with a fatigue that went deeper than bone. Edward was a man of the middle. He was the bridge between...
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