The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne. The name hung in the damp air, spat out by the foreman, Hargrave, with the specific disdain of a man who had been told to check the rivets for the third time that morning. I turned, my boots scraping against the wet gravel of the staging platform. The Blackwood River churned below, a grey, churning mass of industrial silt and cold. It was November, 1912. The wind cut through my wool...

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