The Faded Portrait

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The loom stood in the center of the nave, a skeleton of oak and iron that hummed with the tension of four thousand threads. Elias Thorne sat before it, his hands moving with the mechanical precision of a man who had spent twenty years translating wool into history. He was forty years old, and his joints ached with a cold that seemed to originate not in the air, but in the fibers themselves. The...

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