The Distant Journey

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The loom stood in the corner of the high-ceilinged hall like a wooden beast waiting to eat. Edmund sat before it. His hands were stained indigo. The dye had bitten deep into the whorls of his palms, turning the skin the color of old bruises. He did not look up. He knew the weight of the shuttle in the air. He felt the tension of the warp threads in his teeth. A tightness. A pain. He was weaving...

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