The Faded Photograph

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The boiler exploded at 4:15 a.m. The sound was not a bang. It was a tear. A long, wet rip in the belly of the night. I was in the bunkhouse. I woke up on the floor. Dust fell from the ceiling like gray snow. My heart hammered against my ribs. I stood up. My legs shook. The air smelled of hot iron and wet wool. I ran. I ran past the sleeping men. I ran into the machine room. The door was off its...

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