The Distant Nightmare

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The coal dust in Blackwood did not merely settle; it inhabited. It coated the soles of my boots, the rims of my eyes, and the inside of my lungs, a fine, grey powder that seemed to originate from the very air itself. I sat at the kitchen table, the wood stained black with years of neglect, and held the pen with a hand that trembled not from cold, but from a hunger that had nothing to do with...

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