The Golden Crossing

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The fog in the Ashworth Mill did not rise; it pressed down, a grey hand over the face of the city, thick enough to taste like copper and old wool. You are Elias Thorne, a clerk of thirty years, and the air in the ledger room is so still that the dust motes hanging in the single beam of gaslight seem to be holding their breath. You need the promotion. You need the extra six shillings a week that...

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