The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The loom clatters like a dying animal in the throat of the mill. You are standing in the center of the weaving floor, your hands slick with sweat and machine oil, staring at the bolt of silk that has just snapped. It is midnight. The other weavers are gone, their shifts ended, their families waiting for them in the damp streets of Millbrook. But you are still here. You are always still here....

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