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He was gasping. His hand was pressed against the pillar. When he pulled it away, his own palm was smoking, seared with the negative image of the handprint. The Mark had been looking for someone to complete its circuit. He was the final, tragic signature.

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He followed the sound deeper, past overturned looms and piles of shattered spools. The tick grew faster, more urgent. Then, he saw it. He was gasping

He was no longer in the mill. He was in the same spot, but the looms were whole, roaring, and filled with women in soot-stained dresses. It was 1912. A young woman with his own sharp cheekbones glanced up from her work. Her eyes widened. She saw him. The Mark had been looking for someone to