The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The looms did not stop, for the rhythm of the mill was a law as immutable as gravity, and I stood in the center of that relentless, thundering chaos, clutching my father’s waistcoat to my chest as if it were a shield against the accusations raining down from the foreman’s office. The air was thick with the scent of hot grease and damp wool, a suffocating mixture that coated the back of my...

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