The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The loom groaned. It was a sound like a bone cracking. Margaret did not stop her hands. She wove the red thread into the white. The shuttle flew. Back and forth. Back and forth. The air in the mill was thick. It tasted of damp wool and old sweat. It tasted of iron. Outside, the fog pressed against the high windows. It wanted in. It wanted to swallow the light. Margaret did not look up. Her eyes...

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