The Distant Legend

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The coal dust settled in her hair like a fine, grey snow. It coated her eyelashes. It caked her lips. Clara stood before the mirror in the narrow dressing room of the textile mill. She wore the blue cotton dress. It was stiff with starch. It was the uniform of her industry. It was the uniform of her marriage. The fabric pulled tight across her chest. It restricted her breath. She looked at her...

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