The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Clara. The word was not a question, but a command that cut through the damp chill of the factory floor. It came from Margaret Halloway, the foreman, a woman whose face seemed carved from the same grey slate as the mine walls outside. Clara looked up from the needle, the gold thread trembling in her fingers. She was thirty years old, and her hands were stiff with a cold that never fully left the...

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