The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The loom stood in the corner. It was old wood. Oak. The wood was black. Black as a bruise. Black as a night without stars. Elara sat before it. She did not look up. Her hands moved. They were fast. They were steady. They were never tired. They were never wrong. "Mother." The voice came from the door. It was young. It was high. It was scared. Elara did not stop. The shuttle flew. The thread...

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