The Wistful Silence

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Act I The guild halls of the fortress colony hummed with the rhythmic clatter of looms, a sound like heavy rain on tin, filling the air with the dust of wool and the smell of wet stone. Ga-eun Jeon sat at his station, the wooden frame of the loom creaking under the weight of his history, his hands moving with a precision that was beginning to slip. He was forty-five, a master weaver whose name...

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