The Golden Crossing

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The wool of my shawl was thick, smelling of lanolin and the damp earth of the cellar where I had slept for the last three winters. It was not merely fabric; it was a second skin, woven from the hair of the sheep that had grazed on the king’s highland pasture before they were sheared and sold. I had spun it myself, my fingers raw and bleeding, turning the wheel until the thread was fine as...

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