The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Ren Ito’s hands were already moving, the shuttle flying through the warp threads with a rhythm that matched the frantic beating of his heart. The silk was wet, heavy with indigo, and the loom in the basement of the Osaka boarding house groaned under the tension. It was the third bolt of the winter commission, and the guild inspector was due at dawn. Ren was thirty-two, a dyer of some...

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