The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron lungs of the great factory groaned like a dying whale beneath the soot-stained sky, a sound that had become the very rhythm of my blood since the day I was born in the shadow of its smokestacks. I stood alone on the precipice of the Founder’s Balcony, the highest point in the sprawling industrial complex of Blackwood Mills, where the air was thick with the taste of ozone and old blood....

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