The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

You arrive in London with dust on your coat and a hammer in your hand. The year is 1893. The air tastes of coal and wet wool. You are Thomas. You are here to work. You are not here to be seen. The palace is not a home. It is a machine. Brass gears turn in the walls. Steam hisses from pipes beneath the floor. Lord Ashworth sits in a chair of black leather. He does not look at you. He looks at...

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