The Distant Summer

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1912. The air in the mill is thick, a grey suspension of cotton dust and oil that settles in the lungs and refuses to leave. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a junior clerk whose hands are stained not with ink but with the invisible residue of the Hum. It is a low-frequency vibration, a thrumming that starts in the floorboards and climbs the spine, eroding the edges of memory until the present...

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