The Same Street, Fifty Light-Years Apart

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1925. The light through the factory windows at Arkwright Mills was the color of weak tea, and Edith Brennan counted the hours by the shifting angle of it across the floor. She had been standing at her loom since six in the morning, and it was now nearly four, and the ache in her feet had passed beyond pain into a kind of numbness that felt almost like floating. She was twenty-two years old. She...

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