The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Clara Vane, the girl from the sewing room, stop that humming and get back to the needle. The foreman’s voice cut through the rhythmic clatter of the looms, sharp as a snip of shears. Clara looked up, her fingers stained with indigo, and forced her lips to close. The vibration in the floorboards beneath her feet was subtle, a low thrum that felt less like sound and more like the building itself...

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