The Faded Road
The looms in the silk town clattered in a rhythm that shook the fillings in my teeth, a mechanical heartbeat that pulsed through the floorboards of the warehouse district where the air hung heavy with the smell of wet wool and bleach. We were moving the last of the hoarded grain sacks to the upper bunk, the weight of them pressing down on our shoulders like the years themselves, and I watched...
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