The Pale Shadows
The scale read forty-two pounds, a number that felt heavier than the iron weights hanging from the hook, and Elara Vance adjusted the brass dial with a finger that had begun to tremble in a way she could no longer hide from the mirror in the washroom. She was thirty years old, a senior inspector at the Halloway Textile Mill, and in seven days she would be promoted to Head of Quality Control, a...
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