The Distant Whispers
The brass button sits in your palm, cold and heavy, its surface scratched by a decade of wool friction. It is the last one from the coat of Silas Vane, the man who laid the first brick of Harrowgate in 1812, and it is the only thing in the workshop that feels real. You are Elias Thorne, a textile conservator, and your hands are stained with starch and rust, trembling slightly not from cold, but...
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