The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink was still wet on the last line when Arthur Vane looked up from his ledger, the quill trembling slightly in his pale, long-fingered hand. It was November, 1912, and the air in the Manchester textile mill smelled of damp wool and rust, a scent that had seeped into his pores so thoroughly he no longer noticed it. He wanted the foreman’s badge. He wanted it with a hunger that felt physical,...

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