The Wistful Throne
14 November, 1912. I have left London behind, the fog still clinging to the soot-stained bricks of the city like a shroud that refuses to be peeled away. I carry with me three heavy crates of manuscripts, the definitive monograph on the Vane textile mills that I have spent the last seven years compiling, a work I believe will secure our name in the annals of industrial history. My father,...
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