The Wistful Mirror

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The boiler house exploded at four in the morning, a detonation of steam and shrapnel that turned the soot-blackened sky of the industrial quarter into a swirling galaxy of ash and white fire, and I stood there, my uniform torn, my lungs burning with the acrid taste of scorched iron, watching the great iron lungs of the city cough up its secret, a secret that had been buried under layers of coal...

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