The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron gears of the loom did not tick; they screamed. A high, thin shriek that tore through the humid air of the Mill, a sound that felt less like machinery and more like a living thing in agony. I was mid-stroke, my arm a blur of motion, weaving the grey wool into a fabric that had no name. Around me, the others were ghosts, translucent figures moving with a desperate, jerky speed, their...

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