The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The cold is not a temperature here, but a presence, a blade of light that has settled into the marrow of your bones since you first sat at the loom in Oakhaven. You are Elara, thirty-two, and your fingers are stained with indigo and blood, though you have not yet drawn a single drop of the latter. The Great Tapestry is the only thing standing between your brother Thomas and the ruin of the...

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