Lights on in the weaving room
The March night was slowly turning into morning. The sky was already shimmering, but darkness still dominated the road. The Tammerkoski lake murmured in the silence of the night, and the red-brick Finlayson
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The March night was slowly turning into morning. The sky was already shimmering, but darkness still dominated the road. The Tammerkoski lake murmured in the silence of the night, and the red-brick Finlayson