The Faded Photograph

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The shuttle cuts the air with a sound like a snapped bone, and you feel the vibration travel up your arm, settling in the marrow of your wrist. It is the winter solstice, the longest night of the year, and the village of Oakhaven is buried under a silence so heavy it presses against the windows of the workshop. You are Elara, twenty-four years old, and your fingers are stained with indigo and...

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