The Ledger of Blood and Iron
William grew up in the shadow of the great chimneys of Manchester, where the air was a permanent shroud of soot and the river ran black with chemical waste. He was a loom-operator, a man whose life was measured in the rhythmic clatter of the machines and the meager pennies he earned to keep his family from starving. His ascent began with a single, ruthless act of opportunism. During a factory...
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