The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the soot-stained bricks of the textile mill and settled into the hollows of Margaret Holloway’s collar. She stood at the window of her small, rented room above the mill, watching the river below, where the water ran thick with the dyes of a thousand shifting shifts, a churning slurry of indigo and rust...

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