The Distant Whispers
The banquet hall in the industrial city of Oakhaven was a cathedral of soot and gaslight, a place where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the metallic tang of coal dust that seeped through the cracks in the mahogany paneling, where the chandeliers cast a jaundiced glow over the faces of the elite who had gathered to celebrate the opening of the new smelter, a monument to...
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