The Wistful Silence

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The needle of Elias Thorne’s pen hovered over the ledger, trembling not from cold, though the air in the mill was a damp, rotting chill that seeped into the marrow, but from the sudden, sharp intake of breath by the woman at the loom three rows down. He watched the black mold, that thick, velvet growth that had started in the corners of the ceiling and now crawled down the brickwork like a...

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