The Distant Journey

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The boiler room of the Whitmore Textile Mill did not smell of death, but of wet ash and the metallic tang of overheated iron. It was a smell that clung to the pores, a scent of industry so dense it seemed to have weight, pressing down on the shoulders of those who worked within its brick confines. For Thomas, a boy of twelve years with hands too small for the valves and eyes too wide for the...

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