The Distant Summer

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The silk is blue. It is the blue of a sky you have never seen, a shade so pale it looks like bruised milk. You hold it in your hands, twenty-two years old, and the fabric is thinner than the paper used for the mill’s ledgers. It smells of lavender and old dust, a scent that has nothing to do with the coal smoke or the lanolin reeking off the raw wool bales. You are Margaret. You are a clerk....

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