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Threadbare Crown
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The old weaver pressed a small loom-key into Mira's palm. "This opens the Loom room. Go tonight, and the Loom will weave the truth in front of you, untouched by any noble's hand." Then boots thundered in the alley outside. "They found us," the weaver breathed. "Go out the back. Now."
Mira slipped out the back as the guards broke down the front door. Clutching the loom-key, she crept through the dark streets to the palace and let herself into the Loom room. She set the key in place and the Loom began to weave the truth, with no noble there to fake it. Whatever face it chose, she would trust it, and so would Veil.
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