The Wistful Letter

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The glass was cracked. Not shattered. Not blown out by a stone or a fist. It was fractured in a fine, spiderweb pattern that caught the grey light of the factory floor like a frozen burst of ice. It hung in the frame of the window, vibrating faintly with the rhythm of the steam engines below. Silas watched it. He was seven years old. He stood in the shadow of the loom, his small hands tucked...

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