The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

"Discard it." The words hung in the air of the loom hall, sharp as a snapped warp thread. Bertram Calloway did not look up. His hands, stained with the indigo of three weeks’ labor, moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had spent twenty years listening to the rhythm of the shuttle. He was forty-two, and his knuckles were swollen, the skin peeling at the corners where the friction had...

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