The Loom of Redemption
Manchester in 1842 was a city of iron and soot, a sprawling leviathan of brick and steam that exhaled a permanent, charcoal-colored fog. It was the heart of the industrial world, where the rhythmic clatter of a thousand power looms sounded like the heartbeat of a new, unfeeling god. In this city of smoke, Rose was a flicker of unnatural brilliance. A mill girl by necessity and an artist by...
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