The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One My hands were already deep in the indigo vat, the cold water biting into the cracks of my palms as I hauled the heavy wool through the dye, the weight of it dragging against my shoulders with a rhythm that had become as familiar as my own breathing. I was forty years old, and the soot from the mill’s chimneys had settled so deep into my lungs that every exhale was a rattling...

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