The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mill breathed. It was a slow, rattling exhalation that filled the corridor with the scent of wet wool and rust. Margaret Holloway stood before the Great Loom, her hands resting on the cold iron frame. She knew the machine better than her own bones. It was not just a tool; it was a second skin, a partner in the dark. The gears groaned in a low, continuous hymn. To the men on the floor, it...

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