The Faded Frontier

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The loom hums, a low vibration that you feel in your teeth before you hear it. It is the sound of Oakhaven, ancient and hungry, and it binds the wearer’s fate to the cloth with a silence more terrible than any shout. You sit before the frame, your fingers stained with indigo and blood, and you think of the debt. Thirty-two years old, and your hands are the only currency that remains. Lord...

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