The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was always of the loom. Warp threads stretched tight like the tendons of a giant’s neck. Weft shuttles flew back and forth, weaving a cloth so fine it seemed made of light. In the dream, the cloth was gold. It shone with a heat that burned the eyes. Waking, the air in the workshop was cold. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of morning light cutting through the high window. Elias...

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