The Golden Master
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, guttural groan of timber that seemed to rise from the very foundation of the mill, a sound that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears. He was standing in the center of the vast, humming floor of the Ashworth & Sons Textile Works, surrounded by the rhythmic clatter of the looms, when the air suddenly...
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