The Distant Summer
The smoke from the blast furnace hung low over the Blackwood Ironworks, a thick, sulfurous blanket that tasted of burnt sulfur and old iron, and within that choking haze, fourteen-year-old Elias Thorne stood amidst the chaotic jubilation of his father’s promotion to foreman, his hands stained black with soot and his heart fixed on a single, tangible desire: to secure the permanent position of...
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