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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
AT THE CRYSTAL PALACE IN 1854
“Don’t go, Elisha. Please.” Elizabeth grasped his arm. “Don’t make me a widow.”
He caressed her cheek. “Have faith, Lizzie.”
Sweat beading on his forehead and sluicing between his shoulder blades, he stepped onto the platform.
As it rose higher and higher, he gazed over the edge at the hushed crowd and questioned his own sanity.
He called out to the axe man. “Cut the rope.”
A collective gasp erupted from the audience. Elisha Otis’ stomach somersaulted as the platform dropped, then halted. Thunderous applause exploded in his ears. His safety locking mechanism worked, and the modern elevator was born.