Book 1 · Chapter 9 · The ninth loom wakes
When she opened her fist the thread was gone from the loom. In its place, across the whole of her left palm from the root of the first finger to the heel of the hand, lay a fine silver line, raised and gleaming, as if a single strand of the Ninth Loom had been stitched into her skin.
CanonScar: silver thread across the left palmB1 › Ch 9 › ¶14







