The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The shuttle in your hand feels less like a tool and more like a bone, cold and slick with the sweat of your palm as you drive it through the warp threads for the hundredth time that hour. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, and your knees ache with a dull, persistent fire that mirrors the tension in the loom frame, a piece of oak so old it has warped into a permanent, defiant curve...

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