The Wistful Mirror

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The steam from the boiler room wrapped around us like a wet shroud, smelling of sulfur and old iron, as we made our way down the spiraling iron staircase into the bowels of the Manchester textile mill, where the air was thick with the particulate matter of a hundred years of labor and the low, rhythmic thrum of the machinery vibrated in the hollows of my bones. I walked beside Elias, my younger...

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