The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The sleet had turned the frozen surface of the River Calder into a sheet of cracked glass, reflecting the soot-stained sky of Harrowgate like a bruised eye. I stood at the water’s edge, my boots sinking into the slush, watching the black water churn beneath the ice. My lungs burned, a familiar, gritty pain that tasted of coal dust and old smoke, a reminder of the years I had spent in the mills...

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