The Plastic Coffin
The Plastic Coffin The winter of 1887 bit deep into the Yorkshire moors, and with it came the summons that would seal Arthur Blackwood's fate. He stood in the mill office where gaslight flickered behind frosted glass and the air smelled of coal smoke and damp wool. His father had died six months prior, leaving him the Blackwood textile empire—and the toxic legacy that came with it. The letter...
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