The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The loom hummed a low, golden chord that vibrated in the fillings of my teeth. I stood before the broken shuttle, my hands shaking not from cold but from the weight of the debt we carried. Mateo had told me to stay. He had told me to fix the machine. He had told me he loved me. I believed the last part until the ink on the deed dried. The reclamation yard was a graveyard of iron and wool. The...

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