The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The loom stands in the center of the hall, a wooden skeleton against the stone wall, and you sit before it with your hands stained the deep, arterial red of madder root. The air is thick with the smell of wet wool and the faint, metallic tang of the dye vat. You are Elias Thorne, the King’s Master Weaver, a title that has become a noose around your neck. For three years, you have produced the...

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