The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The indigo stains your fingers to the second knuckle, a deep bruise that will not wash out, and you drive the shuttle through the warp with a rhythmic, mechanical violence. The loom is an oak frame, heavy and splintered, standing in the center of the room like a gallows. Outside, the snow is falling in thick, wet sheets, sealing the village of Oakhaven under a white shroud, but the cold does...

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