The Distant Legend

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The argument with the Guild Master was loud, but the light in the hall was thin and grey, the kind that makes everything look like a sketch. I was standing there, hands shaking not from fear but from the cold that creeps into the bones of a man who has worked too long in damp rooms. I wanted the loom back. It was my father’s. It was the only thing left of him that wasn’t a debt. Guild Master...

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