Tales From The Woven Flame: The Broken Loom

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 In a world where memory is power and silence is betrayal, a young skeptic in the Lowcountry challenges the comfort of forgetting. When an elder’s tale falters, something ancient stirs — not in anger, but in urgency. The Song of Knowing doesn’t soothe , it reveals. 

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SPEAKER_00 (00:00):
You hear that?
That hum under your chest.
That ain't your phone.
That's your memory, tuning up.
Welcome to Tailors and Tales,where we don't just tell

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stories, we unthread thesilence.
Tales from the Woven FlameEpisode 1 The Broken Loom Before

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the loom was broken, we werewhole.
Before the forgetting, weremembered together.
The old man sat with thread inhand, not to sew, just to hold

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it between his thumb andforefinger, feeling its pull.
Across from him, hisgranddaughter, ten, maybe eleven
at the time, squinted up to him,like he was both a book and a

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riddle.
Granddad, why don't we sing likethey used to?
The question hung.
Not like a balloon, but like ahook.
It didn't float, it tugged.

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They who?
he asked.
You know, the ones before.
The ones who used to make thingsgrow just by humming over the
soil.
Mama said we used to sing theland alive.

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He exhaled.
Slow.
Not because it was a hardquestion.
But because it was the kind thatunraveled other ones.

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We lost those songs, baby.
But how?
She pressed.
A song don't die.
He closed his eyes.
He saw the ancient weave in hismind.
how the twelve families oncekept the loom of Guala taught

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each house a thread each song aknot of understanding and he
remembered the sundering not ashistory as heartbreak When fear

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came faster than faith couldfollow.
When trust was the firstcasualty.
When the loom broke, not frombattle, but from silence.

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We forgot, he whispered.
No, the girl said, standing.
You forgot.
That hit harder than any slap.
But I didn't.
Not yet.

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And she began to hum.
Off-key.
Awkward.
But unmistakably ancestral.
The same vibrations he used tohear beneath the hymns of his
own grandmother.
A hum that made the spoons shakein drawers.

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That called the moths out fromthe curtains.
That made the soil in the gardenrise just a breath.
He didn't teach her that.

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No one did.
Which meant the thread wasn'tbroken, just buried.
And now, in a girl too young tobe afraid of forgetting, the
loom sang again.
The fire remembers.

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And so must we.
Hey, thank y'all for listening.
What part of your lineage areyou the keeper of?
Even if no one has told you.

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If this tale found you, youweren't lost.
As you can see, you're alreadythreaded in.
Until next time, walk tuned,stay woven.
Peace.