Chapter 138
Chapter 138: The Weaver's Choice
The child must decide whether to become the weaver of the new world or let it fray. As she makes her choice, a figure emerges from the river with a final thread, carrying a demand that will test Lira's heart.
The golden blossoms continued to fall, each one a tiny bell of light that chimed against the moss. Lira held the child's hand, feeling the small fingers tremble, and waited.
Elara stood at her side, her breath shallow. The grove had grown quiet except for the rustle of the silver trees and the distant song of the river. The sky held its twilight hue, neither day nor night, as though the world itself was holding its breath.
The child did not move for a long moment. Her amber eyes were fixed on something Lira could not see—perhaps the pattern of the thread she had woven, perhaps the echo of the word still vibrating in the air.
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