The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The loom in my head is faster than the one in the shed, and I know the rhythm by heart, a clicking that lives in the marrow of my teeth and the hollow of my chest. It is March, the air in Leeds is sharp enough to cut the skin if you breathe too deep, and I am standing in the doorway of the house my father built, watching the frost melt into the grey pavement. I want to save this place, this...

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