The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The loom stood in the center of the guild hall, a beast of oak and iron, humming with a vibration that I could feel in my teeth before I saw the shuttle move. I was the Weaver of the North, a title that carried more weight than my hands could bear. My fingers, stained permanently with indigo and madder, moved with a rhythm that had become indistinguishable from my own heartbeat. This was not a...

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