The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream always began with the sound of the loom. It was a rhythmic, wooden clacking, steady as a heartbeat, echoing through a space that felt too small for the machinery it housed. I stood in the center of a room that smelled of hot oil and wet wool, the air thick with the dust of decades. Before me sat a woman, her back turned, her shoulders hunched in concentration. She was weaving a...

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