Whispers in the Gaslight

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I. The whistle blew at six, but Clara had already been awake for an hour, listening to the looms groan in the darkness beyond her tenement wall. She rose quietly so as not to wake Mrs. Gable in the next bed, slipped on her woolen shawl, and went out into the Manchester dawn. The Whitfield Mill stretched before her like a cathedral of brick and iron. Smoke rose from its chimneys in thick...

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