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Chapter 98: The Keeper of Small Stories

Penulis: Yanny Starz
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-08 06:35:59

The world was healing, it was a slow, quiet process, like a deep cut closing from the inside out. Liora and Ashiel walked through it, and everywhere they went, they saw small signs.

In one village, they found an old woman teaching her granddaughter a song that had been forgotten for a generation. The notes were shaky at first, but then they grew stronger, and soon the whole street was humming along.

In another, a man was rebuilding a collapsed stone wall, not with new stones, but with the old ones, carefully fitting each piece back into the place it had always belonged.

It was good. It was more than they had ever hoped for. But as the weeks turned into months, a strange feeling began to settle over Liora. It was a quiet itch in the back of her mind. A sense that something was… missing.

It wasn’t a bad feeling. Not like the dread of Oblivion. This was different. It was like the silence after a long, loud noise. You get so used to the noise that the silence itself feels loud.

One evenin
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