The Faded Root
The autumn of 1893 arrived in the court of the Duke of Ashworth not with a season’s turn but with a tightening of the air, a suffocating pressure that settled upon the shoulders of every artisan who moved through the industrial halls. I, Elias Thorne, a master weaver of forty years who had spent two decades of my life hunched over the loom in the shadow of the Duke’s absolute authority, stood...
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