The Chimera of East End
London in 1872 was a city of soot and sulfur, a place where the sun was a pale ghost behind a curtain of coal smoke. In the depths of the East End, where the Thames ran black as ink, lived Silas. Silas was a "stoker" in the great iron lungs of the city—the steam factories. He spent sixteen hours a day in a furnace-room that felt like the mouth of hell, shoveling coal into the maws of machines...
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