The Distant Summer

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2026-08-22 08:36:16 -

The loom screamed at 3:00 a.m., a metallic shriek that cut through the humid silence of the Halloway Textile Mill like a blade through silk. I froze, my hand hovering over the tension dial, watching the shuttle jerk violently against the warp. The pattern I had been weaving for three weeks, the intricate geometric design Mr. Halloway had assigned me to master, was unraveling. Not fraying, not...

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