The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The loom clattered in the dark, a rhythm like a heart arrhythmia, heavy and wet. "You are counting the threads again, Elara," the voice said from the shadows. It was not a question. It was a verdict. Elara did not look up. Her fingers, stained with the indigo dye of the night’s work, moved with the mechanical precision of a clockwork doll. She was counting. One, two, three. The thread snapped....

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