The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The dream began with the smell of wet iron and coal dust, a scent that clung to the back of Margaret Holloway’s throat like a locket containing a dead man’s hair. She was standing in the center of the Foundry Hall, the great industrial cathedral of the Ashworth Steel Works, where the air hung heavy with the heat of ten thousand tons of molten potential. In the dream, she was not looking at the...

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