The Wistful Silence

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The loom did not hum. It throbbed. A deep, arterial pulse that you could feel in the soles of your boots, a mechanical heartbeat syncing with the frantic rhythm of Clara’s hands. She stood before the frame, her fingers stained indigo to the wrist, the dye seeping into the whorls of her skin like a second, darker vein system. You, the foreman, watched from the shadow of the carding machine, your...

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