Fine line black tattoo of draped chains with small droplet charms across a wrist and the back of a hand, in a black and white photo.

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Draped chain tattoo on a wrist

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of a hand turned palm up, showing a fine line tattoo of three draped chains with small droplet pendants curving from the wrist towards the hand. The linework is thin and even, and the tattoo is shaded in black and grey with no colour ink. The plain grey background keeps the focus on the tattoo, and a partial dark design is visible at the bottom edge of the frame.

Fine line Hand Chain Droplet Pendant Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Brother Anselm, the chains for the reliquary came out of the furnace wrong again, and I have spent three nights picking solder from the links with a bent pin. Prior Gilbert says the fault lies in my hands. He may be right about my hands, but he has never tried to draw a fine chain with tin that wants to run. Brother Osric says a chain should hang the way water hangs from the lip of a jug, and that is the only instruction I have ever understood.

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The droplets are the hard part. Each one must weigh the same as its neighbour, so I have been using the little brass weights that belonged to Sister Clemence before she went to the infirmary. Sixteen drops to a strand, three strands, and the lowest drop of every strand must fall to the same depth. I counted them in the dark last night, moving my lips through the psalms so my fingers would keep the count without me.

This morning the three strands finally lay over the brass cast of the old door latch and dropped true, each curve following the one before it like pilgrims leaving a church. The lantern light caught the drops and threw their shadows down the wall in a row of small, patient stars. I stood there longer than I should have, and Prior Gilbert came to ask why the bell had gone unanswered.

I am enclosing a tracing of the pattern so you can check the spacing against your own copy. Do not show it to the abbot until I have hung the last strand myself. Pray for me, and for the silver, which has been very patient with us both. Your brother in the workshop, Edmund.