The Wistful Campus
The train cut through the fog like a black blade slicing through wet wool, carrying Thomas Ashworth away from the quiet, gray town of Millhaven and toward the sprawling, soot-stained industrial complex of the Blackwood Textile Mill, a place where the air itself seemed to taste of rust and old regrets. Thomas was only twelve, but he carried the weight of a man who had seen too much in too few...
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