The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron lungs of the textile mill did not breathe, they convulsed, a rhythmic, metallic thrashing that vibrated through the soles of my boots and up into the marrow of my bones, a ceaseless, grinding reminder that I was merely a component in a machine designed to strip the flesh from the bone of the working class. I stood before the Great Loom, a structure of blackened oak and polished brass...

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