Chapter 157
Chapter 157: The Thread That Wanders
Elenwe stands alone with the unanswered thread in her palm. As she explores its nature, the thread begins to grow, pulling her toward a new purpose. The hollow within her warns of a cost yet unpaid, and a familiar shadow returns from the edge of the woven world.
The loom stood silent, its frame empty now, the violet and silver threads woven into the fabric of the new world. Elenwe remained beside it, her hand open, the thread in her palm pulsing with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. It was warm, alive, a question without words.
She closed her fingers around it. The thread did not resist, but it did not yield either. It lay against her skin like a second pulse, patient and waiting.
From within her chest, the hollow’s voice stirred, soft as ash. “You hold the thread that was born of the naming. It is a question, but not one I can answer. It is yours, weaver.”
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