The Wistful Crossroads

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The loom stands in the center of the room like a skeletal beast, its warp threads stretched taut and vibrating with a frequency only you can hear, a low, thrumming hum that rises in your throat and settles in the marrow of your bones. You are Marguerite, and you are old, or perhaps you have always been old, the distinction blurred by the endless, grinding persistence of the craft. The air in...

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