The Golden Downtown

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The banquet hall of the Ironworks Union Hall smelled of roasted goose, stale beer, and the metallic tang of the river fog pressing against the glass. It was a place of heavy oak and brass, a cathedral to the labor that had built the city, now repurposed for the celebration of a man who had spent thirty years guarding its secrets. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head of the table, his uniform pressed...

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