The Golden Quest
The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the wool of coats and the hair of the faithful, carrying with it the faint, metallic scent of the copper smelters that dotted the valley floor. It was the year of the Great Displacement, when the old ironworks had been shuttered and replaced by the new, silent factories that hummed with a...
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