The Distant Garden

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The loom was old. Older than the house. Older than the woman who sat before it. Margaret’s fingers were stained with indigo. The dye had eaten into her cuticles. It had eaten into her skin. It was part of her now. She pulled the thread. Tight. The shuttle flew across the warp. Back and forth. A rhythmic clatter. The sound of her life. The room was small. Stone walls. A single window. The glass...

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