The Distant Nightmare

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. A fine, gray mist clung to the cobblestones of the London streets, turning the gaslight into a sickly yellow halo. You walked. Your boots were wet. Your soul was dry. You were not a man. You were not a beast. You were the shadow that the factory smoke cast upon the world. You held the weight of it. The weight of the coal dust that settled in your lungs and the...

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