The iron looms never slept in Manchester. They screamed.

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Eleanor Marsh collapsed at her station at half-past four in the morning, her body folding like paper caught in a draft. The overseer dragged her back to her chair by the collar of her smock. She coughed again, and this time the handkerchief she pressed to her lips came away spotted with crimson. The foreman did not look at the blood. He looked at the clock. Two more hours. Two more hours at the...

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