Chapter 142
Chapter 142: The Return of the Unspun
Lira watches Kaelen emerge from the silver trees, his palm glowing with the same silver light as hers. Their reunion is bittersweet, shadowed by the unresolved last word and the threat of the hollow. The child weaver reveals that the shadow has not truly retreated—it has only gathered strength, and now that Kaelen has returned, the last word must be spoken by the one who first wove it. But Kaelen's memory of the first world is fractured, and the hollow begins to pull at the anchor's thread, demanding a choice that could bind Lira forever.
The silver trees parted, and Kaelen stepped into the clearing. He looked the same—the same dark hair, the same steady gaze—but there was something different in the way he moved, as if the air around him had grown thinner, lighter. His hand was raised, and on his palm, the silver thread pulsed in rhythm with Lira's own.
Lira's breath caught. She had not expected to see him again, not like this, not walking toward her as if the hollow had never tried to swallow her whole. The child weaver stood beside her, watching with ancient eyes.
"Kaelen," Lira whispered. The word felt fragile, a thread that might snap.
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