The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The loom did not stop. It never stopped, not truly, but in the silence of the night shift, the rhythmic clatter of the Millhaven Textile Mill became a heartbeat, vast and indifferent, pumping out yards of gray wool that would never see the sun. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for twenty years I had been the foreman of the east wing, a man who knew the temper of the machines better...

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