The Distant Legend

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the windows of the textile mill into mirrors where the world outside was merely a suggestion, a blurred smear of mud and streetlights, while inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and the low, rhythmic thrum of the looms that never stopped, not even for the men who worked them, and it was in this...

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