The Wistful Throne

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The shuttle flies through the warp, a heavy wooden bird cutting the air, and your hands move with a mechanical precision that no longer feels like yours. It is 1912, and the air in the weaving shed tastes of coal smoke and wet wool, a thick, greasy film that coats the back of your throat. You are Mildred Garrow, forty-two years old, and you have three years of life left in your body. You know...

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