The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the textile mill did not merely smell of damp wool and rusted iron; it tasted of it, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled into the pores like a fine, gray dust. I sat in the alcove reserved for the night shift supervisors, a space that was less a room and more a hollow carved out of the machinery’s relentless hum, surrounded by the towering looms that...

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