Chapter 140
The Shadow's First Stirring
Lira feels the bound shadow pulse with growing restlessness as the child weaver explains the nature of the threat. A dark cloud appears on the horizon, marking the first test of the anchor's strength, and Lira must decide whether to face the storm or answer the hollow's call.
The sun climbed higher, spilling gold across the silver trees and the winding river. Lira knelt at the water's edge, her reflection rippling around the coiled thread on her palm. The silver-and-black line pulsed with a faint warmth, a reminder of the shadow she had anchored to herself.
Elara sat on the bank beside her, arms wrapped around her knees. "Does it hurt?"
"No." Lira flexed her fingers. The thread moved with her skin, as if it had always been there. "But I can feel it. Like a second heartbeat."
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