The Distant Summer

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The loom in the basement of Blackwood Mill did not merely run; it breathed, a rhythmic, wet inhalation that seemed to pull the very air out of Arthur Vane’s lungs. It was the autumn of 1912, and the dampness of the coal-choked offices had seeped into his bones, a persistent chill that no amount of shivering could dispel. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk whose hands were stained not with...

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