The Faded Masquerade

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You dream of the loom. It is not the heavy, oak-beamed machinery of the textile mills that have swallowed the valley, nor the delicate lacework machines of the aristocratic salons you are forbidden to enter. It is a skeletal thing, a cage of wire and tension, suspended in a void of absolute white. You are pulling a thread, a single, taut strand of something that feels less like cotton and more...

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