The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ironworks collapsed at dawn, not with a roar that shattered the morning air but with a low, grinding moan that seemed to rise from the earth itself, swallowing the sun in a plume of black soot and steam. You stood on the ridge of the hillside, your hands trembling not from the cold that bit into your wool coat, but from the sudden, violent absence of the noise that had defined your...

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