The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The air in the mill tasted of rust and wet wool. You coughed, a dry, rattling sound that echoed off the iron beams. It was November, 1893, and the cold had seeped into the bones of the building, making the metal shudder with every vibration of the looms. You were Elias, twelve years old, and your hands were stained black from the soot of the coal furnaces. You wanted to be a weaver. You wanted...

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