The Faded Quadrant

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The loom clicked. A dry, wooden snap. Then another. Silas stared at the shuttle. It moved left. Right. Left. Right. "Your tension is off," said Elias. Elias stood in the doorway. He was old. His coat hung loose on his frame, the fabric worn thin at the elbows. He smelled of coal dust and old paper. Silas did not look up. "It is fine." "It is not." The shuttle clicked again. *Snap.* Silas’s jaw...

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