The Distant Nightmare

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Act I Dariush Farahani was twelve years old, and his hands weighed nothing, a fact that mattered more than the rent book I carried in my pocket, its pages swollen with the ink-stained sums of forty-seven of Marsh Hollow. The mill air was heavy with wet wool and the metallic taste of fear, a silence so heavy it pressed against my eardrums like deep water. I wanted the new loom, not for pride,...

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