Chapter 72
The Weaver Who Never Wove
The group follows the messenger to the edge of the unwoven world, where they find a weaver who asked a question and never received an answer. She offers the girl a way to preserve the first question without becoming its answer, but the cost is steep, and a new threat emerges from the crack of forgetting.
The messenger led them through the chamber of silver threads, each one pulsing with a light that seemed to grow dimmer as they walked. The girl kept her hand raised, the pale thread from her palm stretching toward the crack above like a lifeline. It held, but it flickered with every step, and the fissure pulsed in response, a dark heartbeat against the silver ceiling.
Kaelen watched the girl's face. Her jaw was set, her eyes fixed on the crack, but there was a tremor in her arm, a strain that he recognized. She was holding something that was never meant to be held.
"How much farther?" Lira asked, her hand resting on her sword.
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