The Gilded Chains

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The Gilded Chains

The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and river rot. Arthur Blackwood pulled his coat tighter and walked faster, his boots splashing through puddles that reflected the gas lamps in fractured amber circles. The notebook in his inner pocket weighed more than it should have -- three hundred pages of ledgers, shipping manifests, death counts....

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