The Wistful Throne

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The silver spindle sits in your palm, cold as a river stone, its surface worn smooth by thirty years of your thumb. You are Elias, forty-two, a master weaver in Oakhaven, and you are trying to finish the royal tapestry before the world ends. The loom groans under the tension of the warp, a sound like a dying beast, but you ignore it because the sound outside is worse. The outer gate is...

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