The Distant Legend

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The ink is drying on the page as I write this, Clara, and the coughing fit that just seized me has left my lungs feeling like they are filled with wet sand. It is November, 1912, and I am sitting in the small office above the blast furnace at the Blackwood Ironworks, listening to the low, rhythmic thrumming that has become the background noise of my existence. I need you to know, before the...

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