You are listening to a Clark's World magazine podcast with your host and narrator Kate Baker.

Greetings Clark's World Citizens. I hope this podcast finds you extraordinarily well. This is

the third story for the month of November 2021. I hope you're keeping warm if you're in the Northern

Hemisphere and has gotten really cold and I am wrapped up in a blanket as I read you this.

But I guess that is one of the best things about listening or reading your favorite stories or

novels is that you can wrap up nice and warm, you can relax, and you can engage in all of these

wonderful worlds that Clark's World and all these other authors bring you. And you know what,

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more. Now the story is titled this stitch this time and is by Anna Martino. Anna Martino, who can

be found at Anna Martino.com is a Brazilian SFF writer and editor publishing an English and

Portuguese since 2013. Her work in English was featured in magazines such as Strange Horizons,

Luna Station Quarterly, Abyss and Apex, and Transluner Travelers Lounge and was also performed at

BBC World Radio. She lives in São Paulo with her husband and son. So my dear listener, I hope you

can sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story. What do you mean? Why didn't I warn them before?

Are you serious? I did. Answer me this if you're so smart. If you had seen it, what would you have

done? It all began with a scrap of fabric I used to test the machine's tension over and over and

over white cotton thread over navy blue twill. The same line of bumps and stitches. I didn't know it

was Morse code until Jean pointed it out. It went like this. I just thought someone had tampered with

my sewing machine. It wouldn't be the first time those engineers laughed at my hobby all the time

and they loved to commit elaborate pranks against my private possessions. I could take those instead

of the constant harassment I had to hear. There she goes, the little seamstress. Can you fix the

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