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Every winter, the Pall rolls into the northern harbor town of Vethmoor and drains the color from everything it touches. Ione Calder, a third-generation dyer, has not seen a single color since the night she sent her little sister Tamsin out into the fog and Tamsin never came home. Each year a scrap of cloth dyed in Calder indigo washes ashore, so Ione hires Wynne Harrowgate, the last mist-walker willing to cross the deep Pall, to guide her through a hundred days before the gate closes. Wynne laughs easily and jokes through everything, but she is fading into the mist, and she is keeping secrets. Ione discovers that she can see color only when she touches Wynne, and that every shade she wins back costs Wynne a little more of herself. Slow-burning, tender and bittersweet, this is a story about being seen, being kept, and learning to stay.
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Every winter, the Pall rolls into the northern harbor town of Vethmoor and drains the color from everything it touches. Ione Calder, a third-generation dyer, has not seen a single color since the night she sent her little sister Tamsin out into the fog and Tamsin never came home. Each year a scrap of cloth dyed in Calder indigo washes ashore, so Ione hires Wynne Harrowgate, the last mist-walker willing to cross the deep Pall, to guide her through a hundred days before the gate closes. Wynne laughs easily and jokes through everything, but she is fading into the mist, and she is keeping secrets. Ione discovers that she can see color only when she touches Wynne, and that every shade she wins back costs Wynne a little more of herself. Slow-burning, tender and bittersweet, this is a story about being seen, being kept, and learning to stay.
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