The Distant Legend

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The fog rolled in thick off the river. It swallowed the ironworks. It swallowed the streetlamps. It swallowed the sound of the machinery. Margaret stood on the platform. She held the ledger. The book was cold. The pages were stiff. They smelled of ink and old sweat. Her father had given it to her. He had pressed it into her hands. His fingers were black with grease. His eyes were wet. He did...

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