The Distant Legend

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The Guild Master’s breath fogged in the cold air of the loom hall, a white plume that hung in the silence between us. The Winter of the Broken Loom I stood before him, my hands raw and cracked, the smell of damp wool and old wood clinging to my skin. Fifty-two years of service, and my heart beat like a loose gear, skipping its rhythm with every argument. I wanted my pension, the full sum,...

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