The Wistful Silence

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The dust in the Blackwood Mill did not settle. It hung in the air like a suspended breath, a grey fog that clung to the skin and tasted of copper and old rain. I had been here for three days, or perhaps four. Time had lost its shape in this place, stretched thin by the weight of the silence. The mill was a beast of iron and brick, squat and brutal against the moors, a relic of an industrial age...

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