The Iron Meritocracy
The sky over Manchester in 1848 was not a sky; it was a ceiling of charcoal grey, heavy with the soot of a thousand chimneys. Arthur Sterling stood on the balcony of his office, the "Steel Spire," looking down at the sprawling network of factories and tenements that had grown around his feet. Arthur had come to England with a mind that belonged to a different century. He understood the laws of...
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