The Distant Ghost
The celebration for the completion of the Blackwood Steel Works’ new blast furnace was supposed to be a triumph of engineering, but it felt like a funeral for men who hadn’t died yet. The hall was thick with the smell of stale beer and coal dust, the air heavy with the heat of forty men sweating under the gaslights. I stood by the massive glass window that overlooked the main floor, watching...
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