The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The banquet hall of the Ironworks, a cavernous space that smelled perpetually of rust and stale beer, was alive with a cacophony that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of anyone who dared linger too long near the walls, where the steam pipes hissed their metallic lullabies to the indifferent dark. Inspector Thomas Bradshaw stood at the periphery, his uniform pressed to a mirror shine that was...

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