The Distant Journey

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14th November, 1912. Father, I write this by the light of a gas lamp that hisses like a rat in the walls, the paper trembling beneath my hand not from the cold, but from the weight of what I must confess. I cannot save the house. The debt is a chasm I cannot bridge, and Silas Thorne knows it. He sent his clerk to my desk at the Blackwood Ironworks this morning, a boy with eyes like flint, to...

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