The Golden Song
The first thing Eleanor noticed was not the smell of the coal, nor the rhythmic, iron-lunged cough that seemed to originate from the very bedrock of the earth, but the sound of the water. It was a thin, persistent hiss, like steam escaping a pressurized valve, a sound that had replaced the silence of the village with a new, industrial hum. It was 1894, and the town of Blackwood was dying by...
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