The Wistful Voyage

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The loom clattered. A rhythm of violence. Silk tore. Not by hand. By will. Julian Vane stood at the center of the room. His fingers were stained indigo. The dye bled into the whorls of his skin. He did not blink. The fabric writhed. It was not cloth. It was breath. Captured. Trapped. The town of Oakhaven watched from the periphery. They leaned against the brick walls of the square. Their faces...

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