The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The boiler exploded at dawn. It was a Tuesday. I remember that because Tuesdays were for the coal delivery. The world turned white, then black. Then it was just a hole in the sky, filled with steam that smelled of sulfur and old blood. I was running. My lungs burned. The air was thick, particulate, heavy with the dust of the city’s bones. I ran through the alleyways of the Lower Ward, where the...

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