Chapter 127
Chapter 127: The Bridge of Unlight
Kaelen weaves the first thread with the unspun thread, binding the old to the new. The act reshapes the grey, but the cost reveals itself as the loom cracks open to a world that should not exist—and Elara stands at its threshold, older, waiting.
The shuttle of bone was warm in Kaelen's hand, warmer than it had been when the first weaver had held it. The unlight thread spun from his palm, not as shadow but as a pale grey strand that hummed with a voice he could almost understand. He lifted the shuttle and brought it toward the first thread on the beam—thin and pale, older than memory.
The moment the two threads touched, the grey around them shivered.
Lira took a step closer, her hand still on his arm. The violet thread on her wrist pulsed, and he felt her doubt like a small, steady flame at his back. He did not look at her. He could not. The act of weaving demanded all his attention.
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