The Wistful Dinner
You are standing in the break room of the Sterling & Vane Textile Mill, 1924. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial dust that settles on your skin like gray snow. You are a clerk. Your job is to count the looms. You count them every morning. One, two, three, up to forty. Then you go home. But tonight, you are not going home. Tonight, the shift has ended, yet the door to...
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