The Last Green Cathedral
The smoke of the Industrial Revolution did not rise; it sat upon the land like a heavy, suffocating blanket. In the heart of the Midlands, the sky was a permanent shade of charcoal, and the rivers ran black with the effluent of a thousand mills. Edward, a man of ancient lineage and fading fortune, stood at the edge of the Blackwood Forest, the last remaining stretch of old-growth oak in the...
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