The Distant Nightmare

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The soot had a weight to it, a physical gravity that settled into the creases of my skin and the weave of my woolen sweater, turning the air in the attic into a thick, grey soup that I had to chew before I could swallow. I was not entirely human, or at least, I had stopped being entirely human a long time ago, and the boundary between my flesh and the machinery of the mill had grown porous,...

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