The Wistful Witness

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The steam whistle shrieks through the windowpane, a jagged tear in the November silence, and you wake with the taste of iron on your tongue, the sound still vibrating in the marrow of your bones as if the mill had inhaled your very breath. It is 1912, and the Halloway Textile Mill stands like a blackened scar against the gray sky, its smokestacks belching the day’s labor into the air, and you,...

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