The Faded Chronicle

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The loom clattered like a jaw chewing gravel. "Shift’s over, Thorne." Vane stood in the doorway, his ledger tucked under his arm like a shield. The air in the mill was thick with cotton dust, a grey fog that settled in the lungs and stayed there, heavy as silt. Elias did not look up from the shuttle. He was counting the threads, a ritual he performed to keep his mind from wandering into the...

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