The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The shift began with the count. Fourteen hours of winding, threading, and the low, thrumming roar of the looms that shook the dust from the ceiling beams. Silas counted the stitches in the lining of his worn coat, a habit that kept his mind sharp when his stomach was hollow. He was twelve, sharp-tongued, and invisible to the men who owned the mill, a ghost in the machinery that ate the poor and...

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