Now that would be an exquisite cloth, woven from those threads, barely withstanding even the minuscule force of a furtive glance.
Those threads dust likes to form? I just pulled on one and it disintegrated into a cloud along its whole length, floating down slowly.
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Wrap a secret in it, store it away in a quiet place. If the cloth is ever gone, you know that somebody has found out.
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