The Distant Threshold

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and old blood. Aldous kept his head down. He was a man of few words, a weaver of tapestries for the Duke, and in the eyes of the court, he was a creature of the dark. They called him the Spider. They said his fingers were too long, too jointed, like the legs of the insects that crawled in the corners of his loom. They said he whispered to the threads. They said...

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