The Wistful Saga
The needle slipped, and the thread snapped with a sound like a bone breaking in the quiet of the study. "Stop it," Mara said from the doorway. Her voice was flat, stripped of any inflection that might have suggested anger. It was the tone she used when checking the dial of a medical pump. "You’re going to ruin the lining, Elias. Again." I did not look up. My fingers were numb, the joints stiff...
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