The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The steam from the ventilation grates in the basement of the Whitmore Textile Mill was thick enough to taste, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He stood in the center of the circular room, his hands resting on the cold iron railing of the inspection platform. Below him, the great loom churned, a beast of steel and brass that breathed with the rhythm of the factory’s heart....

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