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Threadbare Crown
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That night Mira searched Castet's study and found a stack of sketches: her own face, copied again and again, each one practiced. He had drawn her likeness for weeks. The real Loom hadn't chosen her at all. Castet had forged the cloth to put a poor, friendless girl on the throne, a queen he could control. Mira pocketed the proof.
Mira gathered the sketches and burst into the throne room during morning court. She held them high for every noble to see. "Lord Castet forged the cloth! He drew my face himself!" she cried. Castet lunged for the papers, but a dozen nobles had already seen them. They seized him on the spot, and the hall roared for the Loom to weave the real monarch.
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