The Golden Quest
14th October, 1904. The clatter of the new mechanical loom is the only honest sound in the building, a rhythmic, percussive truth that vibrates through the soles of my boots and settles deep in the marrow of my bones. I am thirty-two years old, a clerk of modest rank at Halloway & Sons Textiles, and I have spent the last three weeks standing before this machine, watching the warp and weft...
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