Threadbare Crown
fantasy◐ TeenMira squeezed through the market crowd and slipped into the old dyers' alley. An old woman with ink-stained hands grabbed her sleeve. "You're the new face," the woman hissed. "I weave for the palace. The Loom doesn't lie, but people do. Come, before they catch you." She pulled Mira toward a low blue door.
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."
What happens next?
1 ways forwardMira 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.