The Iron Coffin's Curse

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The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow as old wool, swallowing the gas lamps whole. Thomas Ashworth stood at his father's grave and watched the earth fall into the hole, each shovel-load a dull thud that echoed nothing. He was twenty-two years old and already knew how to build a coffin that would not fail. Three years he had spent in the abandoned shipyard along the...

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