The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hiss of the steam gauge was the only sound that mattered, a thin, high-pitched whine that cut through the rhythmic clatter of the loom. You adjusted the tension on the shuttle, your fingers stained with the indigo dust that seemed to settle into the pores of your skin no matter how thoroughly you scrubbed. The workshop smelled of wet wool, machine oil, and the metallic tang of heated iron....

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