The Wistful Crossroads

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Act I My hands were deep in the warp, fingers slick with the grease of the Serpent’s shed skin, when the loom screamed. It was not a sound of wood or string, but a high, thin shriek that tore through the rain hammering against the corrugated roof of the shophouse at ninety-six of Stonecutter Alley. The threads, spun from the invisible creature’s translucent hide, snapped back like whips,...

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