The Distant Whispers

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Karl Lange wiped the condensation from the brass gauge with a rag that had already absorbed the black soot of the shift, his fingers trembling not from the cold but from the rhythmic, wet hiss of the pneumatic loom that sounded exactly like his father clearing his throat. He was twelve years old, small for his age, and his eyes were fixed on the pressure needle as it swung past the red line, a...

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