The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Estrid Bakken pulled the shuttle through the warp, the motion jerky and desperate, her knuckles white against the wooden handle as the loom screamed in a register that felt like bone grinding against bone. It was three in the morning, the hour when the hospital laundries down the coast usually groaned under the weight of bleach and steam, and the air in the mill tasted of wet iron and the...

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