The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The needle bit deep. Marta held the thread. Her hands shook. Not from cold. From the vibration. The loom in the corner hummed. A low, sick drone. It was the voice of the factory. The machine that ate time. And gave back cloth. Cheap, thin, gray cloth. For men who did not look at their wives. For men who left at dawn. And returned at dusk. With coal dust in their hair. And silence in their...

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