Chapter 107
Chapter 107: The Thread That Remains
Lira holds the black thread and feels its pull toward a world without endings. As the root draws her toward the loom-tree, she must choose between the promise of eternal peace and the cost of her own self. Kaelen's plea and a sudden change in the pattern force a decision that reshapes the chamber.
The black thread pulsed in Lira's palm, cold as the deep earth, heavy as a stone that had rested at the bottom of a river for a thousand years. The vision of the glass city still burned behind her eyes—the vast loom, the hole shaped like a question mark, the voice that had offered her a world without endings in exchange for everything she was.
Kaelen's hand tightened on hers. "Lira, look at me."
She forced her gaze away from the thread. His face was pale, the silver threads along the walls casting shadows that made his eyes look like dark pools. He was afraid, not of her, but for her.
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