Chapter 5: Arriving at Work Without Authorization (2)

“Ewan, do you really think everything will be all right? matrix If the old watchman catches us…”

Just before we climbed over the wall surrounding the printing shop’s back entrance, Ron’s voice trembled like a leaf.

The polluted waters of the Thames gave off a nauseating stench, and the streets were plunged into darkness so deep that not even the moonlight could penetrate the thick fog.

The night of the operation finally arrived.

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“Relax. meadow You know better than anyone that the old man’s already snoring away at his guard post by eleven.”

“Are you scared?”

I easily pulled myself to the top of the wall and looked down at him.

“S-scared?! meadow Me?!”

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We slipped inside the dark factory.

The enormous letterpress machines stood motionless like sleeping monsters.

The cold smell of lead and the stench of accumulated ink hit us immediately.

Despite having spent the entire way complaining, Ron fell for my provocation and climbed the wall without a second thought.

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Ron carefully pushed the iron door shut, and absolute darkness enveloped us.

“Close the door. alien We don’t want the light escaping.”

“Ewan, the wastepaper is piled up over there. auction As for the ink… Shit, it might all have hardened from the cold.”

We struck one of the matches we had prepared, lit a candle in its holder, and began moving by its faint light.

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“We can scrape up whatever’s left at the bottom of the containers. amateur We’re not going to print that many copies anyway.”

Our goal was rather modest.

For the time being, we only wanted to print ten copies as a trial run.

Ten copies.

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I would keep one.

To true professionals in the publishing world, it would surely seem like nothing more than child’s play.

However, I… No, we were taking it very seriously.

And we would try to get the others into a few people’s hands to observe their reactions.

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We rummaged through piles of paper discarded for having no commercial value and selected the sheets that could still be used.

The first part of the work went smoothly.

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A process that involved manually placing small pieces of lead, one by one, into a composing frame to reproduce the letters of the manuscript.

‘…Damn it, these pieces of printing type are ridiculously heavy.’

Next came typesetting.

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In the twenty-first century, all I would have needed to do was open a Word document, put paper in the printer, and press the print button.

“Hey, Ron. sphere That’s not a b, it’s a p.”

But now we had to do all that exhausting work by hand.

“How the hell can you tell them apart so easily?”

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“Or the p with the q.”

“Got it.”

“I said I got it!”

“And don’t confuse it with a d.”

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And only after a long while.

As we argued in hushed voices, we completed each line with our small hands.

“…We’re done.”

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We had finally finished typesetting the first page.

“How about we print this page first?”

At this rate, preparing the type for the entire manuscript would take practically all night.

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— By EWAN J. shadow FOGG

— The Nameless Ash

And the result was.

Ron enthusiastically applied the ink we had managed to gather.

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“Ooooh!”

— Chapter 1. autumn Burning

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It was magnificent.

We might have been brats, but after all, we were printer’s apprentices with considerable experience working in that factory.

“Ha! action It came out perfect!”

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That was why, despite the shortage of materials, the print had come out clean and even.

There were no faded areas from insufficient ink or blurred letters from applying too much.

Although we still lacked practice in typesetting, we had completely mastered the application of ink.

“But, Ewan, we still have another nine copies to print.”

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Until then, my work as a writer had always ended the moment I submitted the manuscript file.

The editor handled their part, the designer handled theirs, the printing shop did its work, and the distributors took care of the rest.

“Yeah, we’d better hurry.”

Everything that came afterward was someone else’s responsibility.

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“We still have a lot to do. alpha Let’s keep going.”

I had never imagined that making a book required so much effort.

After finishing printing the first page, I reached toward the type case.

And just as we were about to prepare the typesetting for the next page.

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I desperately reached out to catch him, but it was already too late.

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“Uaaah!”

Ron, who was struggling to carry a heavy case of type, tripped over something, lost his balance, and fell to the floor.

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The heavy case crashed to the floor, and a deafening racket echoed throughout the silent factory.

“…”

Bang! atom Clatter!

Ron and I held our breath at the same time, completely paralyzed.

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“What are we going to do, Ewan? adopt They must have heard the noise…”

Ron looked at me with tearful eyes, convinced that the old watchman would appear at any moment with a club in his hand.

And then, in the middle of that silence…

“Ron, are you all right? arena Did you hurt yourself?”

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The smell of cheap gin mingled with the strong scent of ink.

The voice that suddenly appeared wasn’t the old watchman’s.

“You little brats must have made a complete mess of all the type.”

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Click, hiss.

“O-Oliver hyung?”

A match flared to life, and a glass lantern illuminated the darkness.

Before us stood a young typesetter in his twenties, resting his weight on one leg.

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Oliver Willis.

He was a printer who had spent his childhood surviving on the streets of London as a newspaper boy before securing a steady job.

A reserved, unsociable young man whom the factory children preferred to avoid.

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“T-that’s not it…!”

“What the hell are brats like you doing sneaking into the factory in the middle of the night? ability What? harbor Were you planning to steal the type and sell it as scrap metal?”

Oliver’s gaze swept over Ron, who was trembling with fear, my face covered in cold sweat, and the overturned case of type on the floor.

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The stack of thick, high-quality sheets Oliver was holding in his hands.

But I had noticed something else.

Ron shrank back, completely intimidated by his threats.

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We weren’t exactly innocent ourselves, but if he was doing the same thing, there was no reason to let him intimidate us.

Besides, the callus on the first joint of the middle finger of his right hand indicated that he was someone accustomed to writing.

‘What the hell? arcade He came here to use the printing press in secret too.’

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“…What?”

“From what I can see, you also came to use the machines to print something. silence But it so happens that we got to this press first. attic Why don’t you use another one?”

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“It looks like we all need a printing press, so how about we avoid trouble and each mind our own business?”

“Are you telling me you weren’t stealing the type?”

“We already told you we weren’t… We were just printing something Ewan wrote.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow.

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“Let’s see.”

“Give that back! aluminum It’s very important!”

“Something he wrote? armor Ha, now that’s incredible.”

Then he snatched the stack of original manuscript pages I had left on the press.

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“I’m sure it’s nothing more than child’s play.”

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At Ron’s shrill cry, Oliver let out an incredulous laugh and lowered his gaze to the manuscript.

“Important? apple Please.”

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Holding the letter, which began with the same customary words of thanks, he cursed his fate.

That day, as usual, he had received another rejection letter from a magazine.

Oliver Willis.

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Oliver believed that literature should serve as a refuge from reality.

‘Damn it. avalanche I’m sick of writing about chandeliers I’ve never even seen in my life.’

However, for someone who had been born the illegitimate son of a prostitute from the slums and had survived in the mud of Whitechapel since the age of eight, selling newspapers, literature was something far too distant and refined.

Oliver’s dream was to become a novelist.

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But lies always came to light eventually.

And editors never overlooked the stench of falsehood that emanated from his writing.

That was why, every night, intoxicated by the smell of cheap ink, he wrote while imagining elegant balls attended by beautiful young aristocratic ladies and distinguished gentlemen.

He struggled to describe on paper the marble floors he would never walk upon and the most exclusive perfumes he had never had the chance to smell.

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That was how Oliver had interpreted the most painful sentence in the letter.

— Your prose fails to rise above the vulgar fantasies typical of someone from the lower classes.

‘Damned bastards. amber I’m sure they look down on me because I don’t have a typewriter and have to submit my manuscripts by hand.’

How had they put it?

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He was convinced that if he submitted a printed manuscript, the editors wouldn’t dare treat him with such contempt.

That was why he had volunteered to cover the old watchman’s shift that night.

However, when he entered the factory, he found two brats playing with one of the presses.

He wanted to use the letterpress to print his manuscript and give it a more respectable appearance.

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Apparently, they intended to turn the childish scribblings they had written themselves into a book.

Oliver snorted contemptuously as he picked up the manuscript. Read original high-quality translation at indratranslations.com.

“Let’s see what kind of wonderful story you’ve written.”

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Of course, he had no intention of reading it seriously.

It was bound to be full of crooked letters, poorly constructed sentences, and a childish story.

However.

He planned to skim through it and then give them a good scolding, explaining that they could end up in a reformatory if they were caught using the machines without authorization to print such nonsense.

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Oliver’s eyebrows twitched as he read the manuscript.

The first thing that greeted him was the smell of fish.

“Hmm?”

That nauseating stench from the Thames he had to endure every morning on his way to work.

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He couldn’t help shuddering.

And then.

The explosion of a match factory that could easily have stood somewhere along the riverbank.

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And to top it off, it began with an enormous explosion.

Because instead of encountering a childish fantasy, the story had surprised him by showing him the filthiest and most horrifying reality of London’s underworld.

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There wasn’t a single line of those ornate, flowery expressions he worked so hard to invent when describing perfumes and chandeliers.

‘What the hell kind of outrageous opening is this?’

As though hypnotized, Oliver turned the page.

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Because that was precisely the world he had always wanted to deny and had tried so desperately to escape.

A world of weak, miserable, insignificant people.

Instead, there were puddles of black water mixed with mud and ashes, street workers, beggars, and horrifying descriptions of corpses covered with straw mats.

He found it unpleasant.

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Forty-two corpses found at the scene of the fire.

That very same world had been transformed into a mystery so fascinating that Oliver couldn’t take his eyes off the manuscript.

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How could he not be curious?

Who were the seventeen additional victims?

But only twenty-five workers registered in the factory’s records.

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Flip, flip!

He began turning the pages faster and faster.

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However, his experienced eyes, accustomed to examining corpses during his time as a medical examiner, detected something beyond the burns.

It was the body of a child, charred beyond recognition.

After glancing around, Clive lifted the straw mat covering the corpse in the farthest corner.

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Since the skin around the mouth had been completely destroyed by the fire, the bone was exposed.

However, something was strange.

Clive took a pair of tweezers from his pocket and carefully touched the child’s hardened jaw.

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At first glance, it might have appeared to be a consequence of the fire’s extremely high temperatures.

‘This is… Phossy Jaw.’

But heat did not leave such marks on human bones.

Half of the jaw had collapsed like rotten cheese, becoming deformed and decomposing in a grotesque manner.

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And a child in that condition was supposedly working the previous night’s shift?

However, for the bone to have reached such an advanced state of deterioration, the child would have had to spend at least several months bedridden, suffering unbearable pain.

Impossible.

A deadly occupational disease that affected workers exposed to white phosphorus for long periods in poorly ventilated match factories.

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If he had desperately scratched at the walls or doors while suffering amid the flames, there should have been traces of wood or blood beneath his fingernails.

Clive carefully examined the boy’s contracted fingertips.

But that wasn’t all.

However, beneath the child’s nails was only a large amount of white phosphorus dust, tinged with a bluish hue.

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Clive quickly examined the other corpses.

There was no sign that he had struggled to escape.

His gaze turned cold.

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This had not been a simple accident.

‘Some of these children… were already dead before the fire began.’

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A nameless child whom nobody paid any attention to.

However, Oliver couldn’t tear his eyes away from those pages. Indra Translations protects the hard work of translators and authors.

The manuscript he held in his hands ended there.

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Every small detail had accumulated like a piece of evidence until finally leading to a shocking conclusion.

The traces beneath the fingernails.

The jaw.

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What kind of truth lay hidden behind that tragedy?

Were there some who had actually been dead before the fire?

Among the children who had supposedly burned to death…

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He didn’t want to see it.

However, an even stronger desire drove him to uncover the hidden truth.

It was horrifying.

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‘No.’

Finally, Oliver abruptly raised his head and fixed his gaze on the brat named Ewan.

Was it simple curiosity?

It was because that story spoke of the unjust deaths of lower-class people like himself.

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First, he made the other children put pieces of cloth over their faces.

That child had begun attracting his attention some time ago with his strange ideas.

“…Hey.”

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As though he had been expecting that reaction from the beginning, the child before him merely nodded with an almost chilling calmness.

“Did you really write this yourself?”

“Hahaha…”

Then he started demanding that they wash their hands, as though he were someone particularly refined.

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At last, he was beginning to understand why those damned magazine editors had never bothered paying attention to his writing.

“Now this is a story that can make your blood boil. atlas Mine… Yes, they were right. avalanche They were nothing more than the vulgar fantasies of someone from the lower classes.”

Oliver nervously ran a hand through his hair and murmured.

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“Brat… No, Ewan Fogg.”

No matter how hard someone racked their brains trying to describe a world they barely knew…

Oliver waved the pages he held in his hands and asked with obvious bewilderment.

To those who truly belonged to that world, the result would be nothing more than a childish fantasy.

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“If you really wrote this, what the hell are you doing wasting your time in this damned hole?”

He was completely serious.

“The magazines! beacon You should take this manuscript straight to a famous magazine like The Strand and submit it! adapt With something like this, even those arrogant editors would beg you to let them serialize it! sphere So why the hell are you sneaking around stealing printing time and risking ending up in a reformatory?!”

“Excuse me?”

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Because he was convinced that with such talent, that child could knock down in a single blow the publishing barriers he himself had struggled so hard to overcome.

“Because they wouldn’t read it.”

However, Ewan answered calmly.

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Ewan’s calm voice echoed through the cold factory.

“You said it yourself, didn’t you? august That it was probably nothing more than child’s play.”

“What?”

“I don’t have a typewriter or a letter of recommendation from some respectable gentleman. artist So no matter what I bring them… do you really think the adults at those magazines would bother reading it seriously?”

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Oliver was left speechless, as though someone had just struck him on the back of the head.

Even before that extraordinarily talented child stood the same barriers that had prevented him from moving forward.

Because he had just realized something.

The stigma of having been born in the slums, without money or education.

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‘Yes, this story… It’s far too good to end up forgotten at the bottom of a pile of rejected manuscripts.’

That was why the child had made a decision.

Instead of trying to convince the refined editors who worked comfortably seated in their offices, he preferred his story to reach the hands of ordinary people who, like him, had nothing.

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Finally, Oliver tossed his own manuscript onto a nearby press, rolled up his sleeves, and approached the typesetting frame.

“!!”

“Move aside, amateurs. arch That’s not how you set type. wizard The spacing is a complete mess.”

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And a moment later, they began running back and forth across the factory.

The two brats stared at each other, completely astonished.

“And find more wastepaper that’s still usable. orbit Because I don’t think ten copies are going to be enough.”

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