The Distant Whispers

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The coal dust settles in your lungs before it settles on the floor. It is a fine, grey powder, persistent as memory, coating the inside of your throat, your eyelids, the creases of your knuckles. You are Thomas Bradshaw, and you are forty years old, though your hands look like they belong to a man who has seen sixty. You work the night shift at the Ashworth Mill, a place that smells of wet...

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