The Distant Whispers

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The coal dust settles in your lungs before the bell even rings, a fine, gray silt that coats the back of your throat and tastes of iron and old, dead forests. You are standing in the shadow of the great iron wheels of the Northern Transcontinental Line, a place that exists only in the minds of those who are lost to the world above, a subterranean cathedral of steam and soot where the air is...

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