The Distant Whispers

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The fog in Millhaven did not roll in from the sea, as it did in coastal towns I had read about. It rose from the ground, thick and wet, smelling of sulfur and damp wool, swallowing the ironworks whole by mid-morning. I worked the night shift at the casting floor, my hands blackened by the residue of coal dust and metal shavings, my eyes stinging in the perpetual twilight of the factory. For...

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