The Wistful Throne

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The bell did not ring; it screamed, a high, thin wail that tore through the thick, soot-choked air of the mill village and settled into the marrow of the bones, a sound that was not mechanical but organic, as if the very iron heart of the factory had begun to bleed and convulse. Margaret Holloway stood at her loom, the shuttle frozen in her hand, the cotton thread snapping taut and then...

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