The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The rain hammered against the high, narrow windows of the loom room, a relentless drumming that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood before the massive frame of his grand loom, his hands stained with indigo and sweat, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old wood. The commission for Lord Blackwood was due at dawn, a tapestry of such...

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