The Golden Visit
The damp, iron-laced air of the Halloway Textile Mill in 1912 hung heavy with the scent of wet wool and machine oil, a pervasive stench that seemed to seep into the very pores of the brickwork and the lungs of its workers. Elias Thorne, a master weaver of fifty years who had spent three decades of his life feeding raw cotton into the hungry mouths of the looms, sat alone in the dim,...
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