The Pale Shadows
The loom had stopped. Silence filled the room. It was a heavy, woolen silence. It pressed against the walls. It settled in the corners. Elias sat in the center of the workshop. He held a spool of indigo thread. The thread was loose. It unraveled in his hands. He did not watch it go. He watched the mirror. The mirror was tall. It was framed in dark wood. The glass was old. It was thick. It had a...
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