The Wistful Letter

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Thorne! The word hung in the air, thick with the smell of wet iron and stale coal dust. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers still stained with the black grease that seemed to seep into the skin of my hands no matter how many times I scrubbed them with lye. The steam from the pipes overhead hissed, a low, continuous moan that vibrated in my teeth. I am Elias Thorne, a clerk at the Blackwood...

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