![]() ![]() “Surely it is a device of the Enemy,” I murmured. ![]() Six of the chimneys were alight four belched out noxious smokes. It was dusk, and as we approached the factory loomed blacker and more terrible than ever. Even so, big as we were, as soon as we got off the bus and started looking at it we started holding hands. My sister and I called it Mordor, and we’d never been there on our own before. There was sulphur in that smell, which was a hell chemical as everyone knew, and other, worse things, hot unnameable metals and rotten eggs. We always wound up the car windows as tight as tight when we had to pass it, and tried to hold our breath, but Grampar said nobody could hold their breath that long, and he was right. It looked like something from the depths of hell, black and looming with chimneys of flame, reflected in a dark pool that killed any bird or animal that drank from it. ![]() The Phurnacite factory in Abercwmboi killed all the trees for two miles around. ![]()
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