The Wistful Crossroads

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The ledger was the only thing in the room that did not breathe. It sat upon the oak desk, its spine cracked, its pages swollen with the damp air of the factory office. Arthur Penhaligon stared at it. The numbers were not merely figures; they were a lattice of bone, trapping the light, trapping the time, trapping the men who had once walked the floor below. The year was 1893, and the textile...

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