The Distant Temple

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The loom stood in the corner of the parlor like a wooden coffin, its threads taut and silent under the dust of a Tuesday afternoon. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with indigo that no amount of lye soap could fully lift from the whorls. He was a man who had woven cloth for forty years, a craftsman whose reputation in the town of...

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