Chapter 132: The Name of the Black Thread

The Thread Waits

Ashai sat cross-legged before the altar.

The black thread hovered over her open palm—not glowing, not burning. Just present.

It pulsed with a darkness that wasn’t shadow.

It was weight.

The kind that pulled all other threads toward it. The kind that shaped history not by force,...

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