Challenge/Prompt:#70 - Thread
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Summary: A fate weaver performing an important service.
Author's Notes: First time writing in years, so crit is appreciated.
It was so small, yet so precious.
The woman looked over the golden thread as she held it up from the weave. It appeared almost pained from the way she was tugging at it. Persistently. Mercilessly. She lifted the scissors up once she had enough of a space between the thread and the tapestry to slip the tip through, and paused.
From across the room, her client coughed. A frown twitched across her face momentarily, and she cut the thread. It was more resistant than she'd expected, but the fibers parted easily enough.
"There, have fun with your new fate."