The Pale Shadows
The coal dust in the Vane & Sons Mill did not just settle; it lived, a fine, black snow that coated the lungs and the ledgers and the very air of the town of Harrowgate, making every breath a small, gritty act of survival. Arthur Vane, foreman of the night shift, stood before the tall, blackened pane of glass in his office, watching his own reflection with a suspicion that had grown from a...
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