The Distant Legend

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The needle bit into the velvet, and you pulled the thread tight, anchoring the seam. Your fingers were raw, the skin split at the knuckles, bleeding faintly onto the dark fabric. The room smelled of damp stone and old wool. Below, in the main hall, Lord Vane was shouting. He did not need to name you to be heard. The sound of his voice traveled up through the floorboards, a dull, rhythmic thud...

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