The Wistful Crossroads

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Act I Mildred Layton looked back at the ruin of the workshop from the ridge, where the meltwater was already rising in the cellars below, and remembered the weight of the shuttle in her hand. It was a brass instrument, cold and heavy, a surveyor’s compass that had once pointed true north but now only spun in the fog. She had been thirty-two then, a weaver in the mist-shrouded valley of Oren,...

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