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Without a word, Mistress Needles led Sophia to a room filled with the scent of lavender and the soft hum of sewing machines. There, amidst threads of every color and needles that shone like stars, Mistress Needles began her work. She asked Sophia to lie down on a comfortable chaise longue, then gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

When the session ended, Sophia felt lighter, freer. She opened her eyes to find Mistress Needles smiling at her, the needle still dancing in her hand. mistress needles

She led Elara to a high-backed wooden chair that looked more like a throne. Mira retreated to the wall of shadows, returning with a mahogany case. She opened it. Inside, lined in velvet, were her tools. They were not medical instruments. They were needles. Without a word, Mistress Needles led Sophia to

Elara nodded, wiping her eyes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, smooth river stone. "For the jar," she said, referring to the bowl of stones by the door—offerings from a hundred other mended souls. When the session ended, Sophia felt lighter, freer