THE GILDED CHAIN
The letter arrived on a Tuesday. Thomas Whitmore tore it open with fingers that smelled of coal dust and the cheap soap his mother could afford. The envelope was thick, cream-colored, embossed with the crest of Winchester College. Inside: a single sheet of paper, the words gold-leafed at the top. You have been selected for the Ladder. Thomas sat on the edge of his narrow bed in the mining...
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