The Distant Legend

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The rusted wheels of the freight train shrieked against the tracks, a sound that tore at my ears as I stepped down into the grey sprawl of Pittsburgh. I was forty-two, my lungs heavy with the coal dust of the hollows, and I clutched a forged work permit in my pocket like a holy relic. Winter was coming, and without a steady wage, I would freeze before the first snow melted. The hiring hall...

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