The Wistful Silence

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The soot did not fall in Harrowgate; it hung, a suspended grey ocean that swallowed the sun before it could touch the cobblestones. Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the Night Watch, stood before the iron gate of the Ashworth Ironworks, his breath pluming in the cold November air, clutching a letter from the Pension Board that demanded proof of death for his son, Arthur. He had spent twenty years...

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