The Wistful Saga
The loom shuddered in the dark, a sound like a bone snapping under the weight of winter. I pulled the thread tight, my fingers numb from the cold that seeped through the stone walls of my workshop, but the warp resisted, knotting itself into a shape I had never seen in twenty years of craft. It was the Sun-Thread, the commission that was to save Elara from the wasting sickness, and yet the...
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