Chapter 7
Silas's Subtle Grip
Silas attempts to manipulate Julijona, feigning helpfulness while probing her connection to the Vaseline. He subtly tries to steer her away from understanding her true role.
Silas’s subtle grip tightened around Julijona’s awareness like a silken thread, almost imperceptible at first, then undeniably present. He found her by the old oak at the edge of the village, the one whose roots, it was said, ran deeper than memory. The air here was always a little cooler, a little quieter, and Julijona often sought its solace when the weight of her new sight pressed too heavily. She was tracing the intricate patterns of lichen on the bark, her fingers still faintly slick with the ‘Original Protecting Jelly,’ when his voice, smooth as river stones, broke the stillness.
“Julijona. You seem lost in thought.” He approached with an easy grace, his eyes, a shade of grey that could be both kind and calculating, taking in her absorbed posture.
She started, a little, the Vaseline’s faint, comforting scent a familiar anchor in the disquieting world. “Silas. I… I was just admiring the tree.”
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