The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 00:27:19 -

The banquet hall of the Iron Works did not smell of roasted meat or spiced wine, but of coal dust and wet wool, a pungent, heavy scent that settled deep in the lungs and refused to leave. It was a grand affair, or at least the foremen insisted it was grand, though the light came from flickering gas lamps that turned the sweat on the men’s faces into a glossy, oily sheen. Thomas sat at the edge...

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