The Faded Frontier

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The shuttle flew through the air, a heavy wooden bar that smelled of old sweat and lanolin, and Elias caught it with a hand that trembled only slightly, though the loom shuddered against his spine like a live horse. He was forty years old, and his back ached with the specific, grinding pain of a man who had spent the last three years fixing dry rot and repointing brickwork in a house that did...

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