The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron lungs of the textile mill groaned in the damp dawn, a rhythmic, metallic respiration that seemed less like machinery and more like the slow, grinding teeth of a beast buried beneath the earth. You stand at the center of the weaving floor, your hands still stained with the indigo dye that has seeped into the whorls of your fingerprints, a permanent testament to the labor that binds you...

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