The Distant Promise

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The fog rolled off the moors like a shroud, thick and grey, swallowing the ironworks that stood at the edge of the village like a broken tooth. You remember the taste of the air then. It was metallic, sharp, tasting of rust and coal smoke, a flavor that coated the tongue and lingered in the throat. You were young then, or so you tell yourself, a man of thirty who felt the weight of fifty years...

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