The Distant Legend

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The river did not run so much as it bled, a thick, industrial slurry of rust and chemical runoff that turned the morning light into a bruised and sickly yellow, and I stood on the concrete embankment of the Millbrook Dye Works, my hands trembling not from the cold that was beginning to seep into my wool overcoat but from the sheer, vertiginous weight of what I knew and what I had done to make...

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