The Wistful Letter

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The silk did not just hang; it breathed, a low, sibilant exhalation that seemed to rise from the very fibers of the King’s new mantle, a garment I had woven with the precision of a man who knows the weight of every thread. I stood at the edge of the banquet hall in 1342, my hands still stained with the indigo dye that had soaked into my cuticles over the past month, watching as the courtiers...

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