Loose Threads


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Nerd of All Trades.

Power hummed through Rahmi's veins. Each pull of the thread brought a fresh surge of energy that threatened to break her concentration.

This time, she told herself. This time, she would not fail. This time, she swore it, and she would swear it again and again, as many times as it took.

She paused to wipe the sweat from her hands, and drew a deep breath. Her fingers ached and her palms were damp, but her mind was needle-sharp.

The ground beneath her knew only patience. The sky above her cast no judgement on her failures.

Her craft held strong, and with each stitch her confidence grew.

This time, she told herself again. This time.


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