The Distant Cartograph

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The loom clattered like a dying heart in the center of the room, a rhythmic, wooden thrashing that Margery Blackwood had felt in her bones for forty years, a sound that had worn grooves into the plaster of the cottage and into the very marrow of her hands. She was standing before it now, not weaving, but fighting, her fingers tangled in the warp threads which held the memory of the winter her...

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