The Iron Dream
London in 1850 was a city of two souls: the white marble of the West End and the black soot of the East. Thomas belonged to the soot. An orphan of the parish, Thomas had spent his childhood in the belly of a textile mill, his small hands navigating the lethal gears of the looms. But while his body was enslaved to the machine, his mind was free. He spent his few hours of sleep sketching the...
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