The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

"You can’t start on the loom until you’ve cleared the lint trap. Again." I wiped my hands on my apron, the fabric already stiff with grease. The air in the mill was thick, a gray fog that settled in the lungs and tasted of iron and damp wool. I looked up at Silas, the foreman. He was a heavy man, his face red with the heat of the machines, his eyes narrow and cold. He did not look at my face....

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