The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The thread counted to four hundred and twelve, a number that tasted of copper and old blood in Elias’s mouth. He sat before the loom in the high chamber of the Guildhall, the winter wind whistling through the cracks in the stone like a hungry animal, and his hands moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to stop. The Royal Tapestry required three thousand stitches of...

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