The Faded Root
The journey to the Archive of Forgotten Textiles was not a travel in the conventional sense, for the Archive did not exist in any cartographic registry, nor did it occupy a fixed coordinate on the globe, but rather drifted through the peripheral folds of reality, accessible only to those whose internal clocks had ticked out their allocated time with a precision that felt like a slow, grinding...
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