The wind howled down from the mountains. But instead of biting with cold, the wind seemed to catch the tapestry. The Katas-woven fabric billowed outward, acting like a sail. It caught the heavy, stagnant air of the valley and began to pump it.
interface Kata "brown"
Old Tomas walked out into the square, looking up at the tapestry. "What is it?" he asked. The wind howled down from the mountains
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