The Iron Warden
The storm broke over Yorkshire at half past nine on a Tuesday in October, 1888. Clara Thorne felt the house shudder as the first bolt struck the church tower three miles away. She stood in the workshop doorway, her breath fogging in the cold air, and watched her uncle Edgar pace before the great iron machine that filled the centre of the room like a crouching beast. "Edgar," she said, "the...
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