The Faded Attic
The train rattles over the steel bones of the earth. You hold your ticket with a white-knuckled grip. The ink is smudged. Your hands are stained with dye, blue and black, the colors of the fabric you weave. You are going to the mill. You are going to see Elias. Elias is your teacher. He is also the man who owns the loom that broke your heart. He sits in the high office above the floor, a ghost...
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