The Golden Suspect

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The loom in the attic had been silent for three years. It sat in the corner, a skeleton of oak and wire, draped in a sheet that had yellowed with age. I had stopped touching it the day the factory closed. The air in the room was thick with the smell of dust and old wool, a scent that clung to my clothes and my skin. It was the smell of our life before the change. Before the union. Before the...

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