The Distant Promise
The coal dust did not merely settle in the town of Blackthorn; it inhabited the very marrow of the air, a suspended twilight that turned the gaslight into a sickly, bruised yellow and coated the cobblestones in a layer of ash that whispered underfoot like the turning of dry leaves in a dead forest. It was a world where the sky was perpetually choked by the exhalations of the ironworks, where...
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