The Pale Path
The loom clicked in the rhythmic, mechanical monotony that Elias had come to dread, the sound of a clock counting down to a deadline he was no longer certain he could meet. He was forty-two, a textile restorer in the coastal town of Harrow Bay, and his task was to finish the final panel of a tapestry commissioned by the local museum, a piece his sister Mara had begun three months before her...
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