The Golden Visit
The steam from the boiler room curled into the cold night air like a phantom trying to find its way back into the body it had just left. Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the Ironwood Railway, his hands clasped behind his back, the knuckles white against his dark coat. He was waiting for the train that would take his son, Arthur, away to the city, away to the factories where the smoke never...
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