The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Three hundred and twelve stitches. That is how many remain in the hem. You count them with your thumb, the wool rough against the skin, each pull a small act of penance. The loom in the center of the workshop is old, older than you, older than the city walls that enclose Oren. It has a hum. You have always heard it. A low, rhythmic thrum that lives in the teeth, in the base of the skull. You...

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