The Iron Pulse of Manchester
(Style C: Grand Narrative) The sky over Manchester was not a sky at all, but a ceiling of soot and sulfur, a heavy lid that pressed the city into the mud. It was the heart of the Industrial Revolution, a place where the rhythm of life was dictated by the relentless beat of the steam hammer. Julian was a product of this machinery. A child of the looms, he had grown up in the shadow of the mills,...
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