The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The fog rolled in from the harbor like a living thing, thick and grey, swallowing the iron ribs of the factory until only the glowing orange eyes of the furnaces remained. We stood in the courtyard, the air tasting of coal dust and copper, waiting for the bell that would send us back into the dark. It was a celebration, they called it. The Foundry’s centenary. A feast for the men who fed the...

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