The Faded Frontier

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The mill had stopped breathing three days ago, yet the air inside still tasted of wet coal and iron. Margaret stood in the center of the vast, silent floor, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence. It was a heavy, suffocating thing, pressing against her eardrums like deep water. Around her, the massive looms stood like ribs of a giant beast, stripped of their...

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