The Last Bloom of Innocence
The fog of 1870s London did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and desperation. Ten-year-old Elias lived in the rhythmic thrum of Mr. Sterling's textile mill, a place where the air was thick with cotton lint and the screams of rusted machinery. Elias was a "scavenger," a small, nimble body tasked with crawling beneath the towering looms to clear...
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