The Wistful Voyage

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The ink on the contract was still wet when the bleeding started. Elias Thorne sat in the cramped office of the Blackwood Textile Mill, the smell of machine oil and wet wool thick in his nose. He had wanted this tenure. He had wanted the security that meant no more shivering in the drafty rooms of the boarding house, no more watching the price of coal rise while his wages stayed the same. He had...

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