The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The count was nine hundred and twelve stitches. You counted them again, the needle catching in the wool, a dull throb in your right index finger that you ignored. The light from the high window was thin, a pale blade cutting across the workbench, illuminating dust motes that danced like angry flies. You were Elias Thorne. You were forty-two. And you were weaving the Grand Tapestry for Lord...

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