The Wistful Voyage

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The steam rising from the boiler house did not smell of coal or iron, but of wet wool and old fear, a thick, clinging scent that had soaked into the very brickwork of the mill and now permeated the lungs of every soul who dared to breathe inside its walls, where the air hung heavy with the suspended dust of a hundred years of silent labor and the low, thrumming vibration of the machinery that...

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