The Pale Shadows
The loom in Bay Four had a rhythm that Elias Thorne knew in his bones, a mechanical heartbeat that dictated the pulse of his life in the textile mill of Oakhaven. It was 1912, and the air inside the factory was thick with cotton dust and the metallic tang of overworked gears, a soot-choked atmosphere that settled into the lungs and stayed there. Elias, a shift supervisor of forty years, watched...
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