The Wistful Throne

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The loom shudders under the weight of the red thread. You pull the shuttle through the warp, the motion a sharp, rhythmic violence against the silence of the workshop. Outside, the wind howls through the eaves of Oakhaven, a sound like tearing cloth, but here, in the cellar, the air is thick with the smell of lanolin and wet wool. You are Elias, forty-two, and your hands are bleeding. The Guild...

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