The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the Vane Textile Mill tasted of iron and stale sweat, a thick, coppery tang that coated the back of your throat and settled deep in your lungs. You were twelve, Silas, and your fingers were already stained with the black grime of the carding machine, a constant, gritty reminder of your station as the lowest of the low. The Golden Loom sat in the uppermost room, a myth whispered among...

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