The Distant Journey
The signature, Inspector. It was a simple request, spoken by the foreman, Mr. Gable, with the flat, bureaucratic efficiency of a man checking a box on a ledger, yet it landed on Elias Thorne’s chest like a physical blow, knocking the air from his lungs in the damp, coal-choked air of the 1912 Ironworks. Three days prior, a worker named Harrow had been crushed by a malfunctioning press, an...
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