The Faded Quadrant

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"You have worn it until the thread sings a song of its own death," the elder said, his voice a low rumble like stones shifting in a dry riverbed, and I watched the hem of your tunic, that heavy wool woven from the shearings of the mountain goats, where the white yarn had frayed into a thousand tiny ghosts that floated in the air when you moved, catching the weak light of the hearth fire which...

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