The Distant Journey

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The furnace died at midnight. I heard the metal groan. It was a sound like a man clearing his throat in a deep sleep. The heat vanished. The cold rushed in from the vents. I sat on the floor. My hands were bare. They were blue. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I am a clerk. I work for the Ashworth Textile Mill. The building is a cage. It is made of brick and iron. We are inside. We are not outside. The...

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