The Distant Nightmare

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The grinding of the gears was not mechanical but muscular, a wet, rhythmic tearing that pulled at the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones as he stood before the central loom in the frozen belly of the Ashworth Textile Mill. It was November of 1912, and the city of Salford lay under a blanket of soot and ice, but inside the mill, the cold was a living thing, pressing against his chest with the weight...

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