The Distant Nightmare

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The boiler room was dark. The air tasted of rust and cold ash. I was ten years old. I held the lever. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The steam hissed. A high, thin sound. Like a scream caught in the throat. "Pull it, boy." The voice came from the shadows. Silas Vane. The overseer. He stood by the door. His face was pale. His eyes were wet. He did not look at me. He looked at the...

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