The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the brickwork of the mill and seeped into the bones of those who worked within it, a pervasive dampness that tasted of rust and old sweat, and it was in this damp, in this suffocating embrace of the industrial twilight, that Silas Vane stood before the great vats of fermented grain, his hands stained a permanent,...

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