The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The count was always the same: four hundred and twelve threads per inch, a rhythm that had worn a groove in Elias Thorne’s muscle memory deeper than the coal dust in his lungs. He worked the loom in the amber, coal-choked light of the Harrowgate Mill, the shuttle flying back and forth in a blur of grey and white, his hands moving with the mechanical precision of a man who had sold his youth for...

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