The Wistful Voyage
You are a creature of the loom. This is not a metaphor. It is a technical specification. Your spine is the warp. Your nerves are the weft. You exist to bind. To hold the tension. To ensure the pattern holds without slack. The Hall of Weaves is cold. Stone floors. High vaults. The air smells of damp wool and iron filings. You stand at the center of the Great Loom. It is a machine of oak and...
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