The Distant Nightmare

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The fog that rolled into the industrial district of Blackwood Mill did not smell of salt or damp earth, as fog should, but of ozone, burnt hair, and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the back of Clara’s throat like a second skin and refused to be scrubbed away by the cold November air that bit through her woolen shawl. She stood on the precipice of the factory floor, a vast...

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