Chapter 210: The Faintest ThreadThe safehouse walls felt smaller by morning.Elena sat cross-legged on the floor, chalk dust coating her fingers. The half-finished map of warmth stretched unevenly across the stone, a constellation of faint points that pulsed like dying embers. Mateo leaned against
Chapter 209: Threads of WarLa Paz glowed with restless light.The Monument stood steady, its pulse a faint ember in the cool night, but the plazas around it carried a different energy—nervous, sharp, bristling like a city holding its breath. Lanterns flickered in doorways, their warmth strained by
Chapter 208: Fractures in the ChorusThe city did not sleep that night.From the window of the cramped safehouse, Elena could hear the echo of chants rising and falling through the narrow streets. Some were true threads—low, steady, woven with warmth. Others were harsher, jagged, mimicking Sophia’s
Chapter 207: The Mirror’s EdgeThe first fracture came in Quito.Elena felt it before she saw it. The hum of her circle’s song—so steady, so certain—wavered like a candle guttering in a draft. She pressed her fingers against the cold stone wall, listening. The rhythm echoed back, but faintly off-bea
Chapter 206: Fractures in the LightThe storm broke first in Santiago.Rain slicked the narrow alleys, neon lights from shuttered cafés dripping down cobblestones like veins of false color. Diego and Mariana moved quickly beneath the downpour, cloaks pressed tight. Their circle had agreed on new mee
Chapter 205: Shadows in the WeaveLa Paz awoke under a tense sky, pale sun filtering through clouds that mirrored the weight of unspoken worry. Sophia stood atop the terrace, arms crossed over her chest, watching lanterns flicker along the distant passes. The messengers had returned from the eastern