The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, metallic mist that coated the iron lattice of the viaduct with a sheen of cold sweat. Thomas Ashworth stood on the catwalk, his boots gripping the wet grating with a silence that felt rehearsed, his eyes fixed on the steam hissing from the junction boxes below. He was a man who had built his life on the integrity of steel and the...

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