The Wistful Skyline

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The Great Hall of the Ironworks did not smell of steel, despite the rivets that held its ceiling together and the gears that turned above, grinding the air into a fine, metallic dust. It smelled of roasted pheasant, stale brandy, and the cloying sweetness of lilies arranged in crystal vases that cost more than a worker’s annual wage. Inspector Silas Vane stood by the long mahogany table, his...

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