Chapter 84
The Loom That Refuses
Kaelen faces the forgetting wearing the girl's face, refusing to surrender the loom. The sunset thread weaves itself, but the forgetting consumes the first question's echo, leaving the thread incomplete. The real girl reappears, revealing that the forgetting now holds the answer Kaelen needs, forcing him to follow it into the darkness.
Kaelen’s gaze remained locked on the girl’s face, a mask he recognized as an elaborate deception. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that the true Lira was not behind those eyes. The forgetting had manifested in countless guises, each more insidious than the last, but this imitation, this theft of innocence, struck a blow deeper than any he had yet endured. Her dawn thread, a vibrant testament to her spirit, still pulsed at her throat, a beacon against the encroaching void. Yet, her eyes, once pools of starlight, were now vacant, hollowed-out chasms through which the ancient hunger peered, observing him with an unnerving stillness.
"Give me the loom," the hollow voice rasped again, the sound of splintering ice on a frozen pond.
"No," Kaelen replied, his voice a low, steady murmur, devoid of the rage that simmered beneath his skin. The sunset thread, a tapestry of warmth and resilience, thrummed against the loom’s central beam, its rhythm mirroring the frantic pulse in his own chest. It wove itself into the very framework of the loom, a steady beat against the encroaching darkness that pressed in from every conceivable angle. Light bloomed from the loom’s joints, a defiant push against the suffocating gloom.
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