The Distant Promise

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The furnace in the basement of the Ashworth Mill did not sleep. It breathed. You felt its respiration through the soot-blackened brickwork, a rhythmic shudder that traveled up the iron stairs and into the bones of the machinery above. It was a mechanical lung, inhaling coal and exhaling steam, a constant, industrial heartbeat that dictated the tempo of your existence. You were twelve years old,...

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