The Iron Caravan of Albion

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I. The last rivet was loose. Elisabeth Harrow hung from a harness thirty stories above the Thames, her gloved hands shaking not from cold but from the wind that howled through the skeleton of the iron city. Below her, London was a sea of fog — the great yellow fog that rubbed its back upon the windows, as her father used to quote. Thomas Harrow had died three years ago, at his post, watching a...

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