The Distant Journey

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In his left hand, Elias Thorne held a page of ledger paper. It was cold, damp, and stiff with river mud. In his right, he held a match, unlit. The paper smelled of iron and stagnant water. Behind him, the factory floor of the Harrowgate Mill hummed with the rhythmic clatter of the looms, a sound that had been in his bones for twelve years. He was thirty-two. He had wanted to be an inspector for...

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