The Golden Suspect

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The air in the Ironworks archives tasted of rust and wet wool, a thick, metallic fog that clung to the back of Thomas Vane’s throat. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hands that were perpetually stained by the ink of the ledger he was not yet allowed to sign but was forced to watch his father sign. The machinery of the plant, the great pistons and the hissing steam valves, did...

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