The Wistful Campus

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The loom struck again. It was not a mechanical sound. It was a dry, hollow crack, like a bone snapping in a frozen room. I flinched, my hand hovering over the shuttle. The air in the Ashworth Mill did not move. There was no draft, no wind to stir the dust motes dancing in the gray light that filtered through the high, soot-stained windows. Yet the temperature dropped. My breath misted in front...

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