Chapter 89
Chapter 89: The Thread That Screams
As the tower screams and the forgetting breaks through, Kaelen weaves the white thread into the loom, binding the first question's echo into the tapestry. The forgetting reaches for him, but he completes the weave, only to see Lira's hand reaching through a closing gap as the tower begins to collapse.
The scream was not the tower's. It came from the loom itself—a high, keening note that vibrated through Kaelen's bones and set his teeth on edge. The white thread in his hand flared, splitting into a dozen strands that lashed out like living things, each one seeking its place in the empty space at the loom's center.
The crack in the glass wall widened with a sound like tearing silk. Darkness poured through—not smoke or shadow, but the absolute absence of light, the same hungry nothing he had walked through in the forgetting's heart. It moved with purpose, reaching toward him in tendrils that curled and grasped.
"Weave faster," the figure of light and shadow said, her voice strained. She had turned to face the crack, her form flickering between solid and translucent as she raised her hands. Light gathered in her palms, thin and pale, and she pressed it against the darkness. It held, but only just. "The forgetting knows what you are doing. It will not let the pause become permanent without a fight."
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