The Distant Nightmare

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The night air tasted of rust and coal dust. Arthur Vane stood at the threshold of the office, his hand resting on the cold iron bar. Beyond the glass, the mill floor was a sea of shadow, punctuated only by the dull, rhythmic thud of the looms. He had wanted this to be his last shift. Thirty years of watching machines that did not care if he lived or died, and now he could finally leave. He...

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