The hag had woven into her fabric two needles, the points of which were laced with sorcerous spells that would sedate and paralyze the heart of those whose flesh was pierced by them.
In one moment her wickedness achieved its end. Gloria’s hands, trailing along the edge of the fine weaving, were each pricked by the poison barbs hidden in the cloth. Gloria’s eyes glazed over and her heart was rendered immovable, asleep to those things that had once made her beautiful. She quickly turned from the loom and the old woman as if she could no longer see them and strode from the dark chamber. She returned to her private room and began to gaze at herself in her mirror. She walked and talked as though she were alive and awake, but her spirit was cold and her eyes closed to the lives of others around her.
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