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He pressed Execute .
The air in the Mareth Inn’s back room smelled of spilled mead and ozone. Kaelen, a former scribe from the Hawkethorne library, hunched over a glowing lattice of runes that wasn’t quite magic and wasn’t quite machine. He called it the Loom .
A new line appeared in the Loom’s log, in blood-red text: