The Distant Nightmare
The ledger showed four hundred and twelve sacks of coal delivered to the Vane Textile Mill in October, a number that had cost the town’s laborers their lungs and their dignity in equal measure. I stood in the office of Arthur Vane, the air thick with the scent of stale tobacco and the quiet confidence of a man who owned the very ground I stood on, and I placed my sergeant’s badge on his...
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