The Faded Frontier

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The silver frame of the loom was cold against Elara’s palms, a weight that seemed to drain the heat from her bones. She held it as one holds a dying bird, tight enough to crush, loose enough to fly. Outside the mill window, the mist of Oakhaven clung to the stone walls, thick and gray, swallowing the world beyond the threshold. Elara was forty, though the rot in her hands made her feel ancient,...

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