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Harbat - needle and thread

In Barrow's End an old lady sits, face rinkled and torn, skin like old, dry paper. She just sits there, knitting herself, stitching intricate patterns on her arms. And when they are full, she undoes them and starts over, making new patterns.

It is no coincidence that she sits so close to the doctor's practice and the mausoleum. She senses her time is at hand and wishes to be near when it happens.

Maybe you could ask her what the patterns mean.