The Wistful Dinner

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You dream of the mill. Not the grand house. You dream of the factory. The iron lungs of the city breathe in your face. They are cold. They are wet. The steam hisses like a snake. It wraps around your ankles. It climbs your legs. You feel the weight of it. You are heavy. You are stone. The clock ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. It is the only sound. It is the only truth. You wake. The room is gray. The...

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