There is a story here. It is the story of the people that worked since the early 1800s behind these brick mill walls. These walls ring with the sound of voices, footsteps, laughter, the groan of machinery. The stark chamber of the paint-peeled hallway and well-worn steps are a reminder of the daily drudge while also catching the many-layered textures and rich tones of a place of industry and utility. The door is the passageway the mill girls encountered moving between the different facets and threads of their life…and now this place is only left with an echo and a bolt.