The Faded Photograph

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The air in the great hall of the Manchester Foundry was thick with the smell of hot iron and stale beer, a pungent mixture that clung to the wool of my tunic and settled deep in the lungs, carrying with it the weight of a hundred years of industrial labor and the specific, metallic taste of impending change. I stood near the center of the crowd, my hand resting instinctively on the pommel of my...

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