The Distant Legend

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The smoke from the boiler room didn’t just hang in the air; it lived in the walls, a thick, oily soot that coated every surface of the Ironworks in a perpetual, gray twilight, and when I first walked through the heavy iron gates on that bitter morning of November, I felt the weight of that soot settle into my lungs like a physical object, a dense, dark stone that would never dissolve, settling...

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