The Wistful Letter

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October 12, 1893 The steam in the Blackwood Ironworks does not merely heat; it presses against the skin like a living thing, thick and sulfurous, tasting of iron and old blood. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and I have spent the last six hours on night shift, my eyes burning from the soot that coats the back of my throat. I want only the pension, the small sum that will buy Clara the...

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