The Wistful Throne

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The iron wrench was cold against your palm, the metal biting into the sweat-slicked skin of your fourteen-year-old hand as you clutched it to your chest like a talisman against the dark. You stood in the center of the mill floor, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and rust, while the rhythmic clatter of the looms drowned out the whispers of the men around you. They spoke of Mr. Thorne in...

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