The Golden Crossing

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The loom clattered. It was a sound like a heartbeat stripped of flesh, a rhythmic violence that filled the air of the small attic room. Margaret sat before it, her fingers moving with the mechanical precision of a clockwork automaton. She did not look up. She knew the weight of the shuttle in her hand. She knew the tension of the thread. She knew the taste of the dust that settled on her lips,...

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