The Distant Metropolis

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The wool is wrong. You know this before the needle even touches the warp, a tactile rejection that travels up your wrist and settles in the marrow of your forearm. It is the twelfth of December, the air in the weaving hall thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood, and the Royal Tapestry, which must be finished before the solstice to secure the debt-free status of...

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