The Distant Journey

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The air in the mill was thick with the scent of bruised grain and machine oil, a heavy, industrial perfume that clung to the skin like a second, damp shroud. Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the great fermentation vats, her hands resting on the cold iron railing, watching the dark liquid swirl in slow, hypnotic circles. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had lost its rigid...

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