The Wistful Voyage

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The loom screamed. It was not a mechanical sound, but a wet, tearing shriek that vibrated in Arthur Vane’s teeth. He gripped the lever, his knuckles white, as the shuttle flew through the warp. The ether core in the basement hummed, a low, predatory thrum that he felt in the marrow of his bones. Arthur was thirty years old, and his hands were raw. Blood seeped through the calluses, dripping...

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