The Distant Ghost
I woke from the dream with the taste of coal smoke and old iron on my tongue, a metallic tang that had seeped into the very marrow of my bones during the night, and I lay there in the dim, grey light of the morning, listening to the relentless, rhythmic clanging of the factory hammers that served as the heartbeat of our small, soot-stained town, feeling a profound and aching sense of...
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