The Faded Frequency

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The silence of the workshop was not empty but rather a heavy, suspended thing, a thick amber in which time had ceased to flow, trapping the dust motes in a slow, eternal dance around the single, flickering candle that served as my only companion and my only judge. I sat before the great loom, a structure of oak and iron that dominated the chamber like a wooden god demanding its tithes of labor...

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