The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bell did not ring. It should have. The shift change was at six. The air in the basement of the Whitmore Mill was thick with the smell of wet wool and rust. Thomas sat on a wooden crate. He held a spool of red thread. It was heavy. The thread was twisted tight. He looked at the clock on the wall. The second hand trembled. It moved. It stopped. It moved again. "Thomas." He did not turn. He...

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