The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air in the factory tastes of iron and wet wool. You are standing in the middle of the line. The looms are screaming. They are old machines. They are tired. But they do not stop. You hold your magnifying glass. Your hand shakes. You are looking for the flaw. You are looking for the thing that eats the cloth. Margaret is not here. Margaret is always in the dark now. She is in the cellar with...

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