The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The wool was white, so white it seemed to burn against the dark wood of the table, and Elias held it in his hands as if it were a live thing, trembling with a cold that had nothing to do with the winter air. He looked up from the skein to the loom, where the half-finished cloth hung like a shroud, its borders crowded with figures who did not move but seemed to watch the room with a patience...

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