The Distant Whispers

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The coal dust settles in your lungs like gray snow. It tastes of ash and old iron. You are a scholar of the invisible, a man who maps the edges of things that do not exist. Or rather, things that no one else can see. The town of Blackwood Creek is not on any map you respect. It is a smudge of soot on the industrial horizon, a place where the air itself feels heavy with the weight of other...

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