The Faded Chronicle

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The rain in Blackwood had a weight to it, a cold, metallic persistence that seeped through wool and bone alike. I stood in the corner of the mill floor, my hands resting on my hips, the skin permanently stained with iron oxide, a rust-brown map of twenty years of labor etched into my palms and knuckles. At forty-two, I was old enough to know that my body was no longer a tool but a liability,...

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