The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One Could a loom remember a famine? I had asked the question to the empty air of my workshop, a room that smelled of wool and stale tea, where the clock on the wall ticked six minutes ahead of the world outside. I was Amparo Fuentes, the weaver of the valley, and my hands were stained with ink that was not ink. The threads of cloud-silk, spun from the mist that clung to the bamboo...

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