Chapter 63
The Thread That Walks
Kaelen, Lira, Elara, and the messenger descend from the mountain and encounter a village where the thread's question begins to reshape reality, forcing Kaelen to confront the cost of carrying an unanswered question through a world that demands answers.
The mountain path unwound beneath their feet, each step carrying them further from the hollow where the loom had once stood. Kaelen kept the thread wrapped loosely around his fingers, its warmth a steady pulse against his skin. It was not heavy, but it was present, like a second heartbeat.
Lira walked beside him, her hand brushing his from time to time, a silent reassurance. Elara moved ahead, her small frame silhouetted against the grey sky, her steps sure and unhurried. The messenger followed at the rear, his robes whispering against the stone.
They reached the treeline as the sun began to set. The sky bled from grey to amber, then to violet, the colours deepening as the world settled into twilight. Kaelen stopped at the edge of the forest and looked back. The mountain was a dark shape against the fading light, its peak lost in cloud. The hollow was invisible from here, hidden by distance and stone.
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