The Distant Summer
The looms in the silk town clattered like the jaws of hungry beasts, a rhythmic thunder that shook the dust from the rafters and settled into the lungs of every worker who dared breathe deeply. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end, a mechanical heartbeat that drove the economy of the valley, where the daughters of merchants sat hunched over frames of warp and weft, their fingers...
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