The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The loom stood in the center of the vaulted chamber, a wooden monolith of tension and thread, its heddles raised like the ribs of a beached leviathan. You stood before it, your hands stained with the indigo of your trade, your fingers twitching with the phantom memory of the shuttle’s flight. The air was thick, stagnant, heavy with the dust of centuries and the faint, sweet rot of wool that had...

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