The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The smoke from the Blackwood Ironworks did not rise; it hung, a grey shroud that smelled of sulfur and wet coal, pressing against the window of my office until the glass groaned under the weight of the industrial age. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four, and for the last decade I have been the senior inspector, a title that grants me authority over men but none over my own fate. My wife, Clara, is...

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