The Wistful Throne

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The steam pipes in the basement of the Whitmore & Sons Foundry had been screaming since dawn, a low, resonant thrum that vibrated in the teeth and the marrow. Arthur Vane, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers and a headache that had no end, pressed a handkerchief to his left ear. Blood, dark and warm, seeped through the cotton. He had heard his own name in the hiss of the escaping vapor,...

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