The Distant Whispers

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The soot tasted of iron and old blood. "Thorne," the foreman barked from the shadows of the coal shed, his voice cracking against the low, persistent hum that vibrated in the molars. "You’re late. Again." Elias Thorne straightened his spine, a habit drilled into him by twenty years of service that no amount of civilian dust could scrub away. He was thirty-four, but the mirror in the barracks...

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