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Chapter 40 – Threads of the Familiar

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The return trip to the village was in silence, not quiet, but in the peaceful way that it wrapped around you like a blanket. The thud of horse hooves on the earth road, the trill of birds out of sight flying over the cover above, and the wind's howl blowing through the leaves—everything mixed in a soothing symphony, showing the peace they both yearned for so desperately.

Elara sat beside Adrian in the carriage, hands loosely locked in his. The city proper was now nothing more than a fantasied dream—the glittering corridors and aching memories enfolding them like a haze. What was left was the fleeting warmth of facing the past and clinging to the future.

Adrian had spoken little since walking through the gates. He didn't need to. His silence wasn't choking, not anymore, when he'd walked in fear of being abandoned behind. His silence was more akin to thinking now. Gratitude. Healing.

Elara's hold on his hand eased somewhat. "What do you think about?

He stood in front of her, the corners
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    Heavy rain slammed against the windows of Elara's cottage as if echoing the whirlwind in her chest. Adrian hadn't spoken much since coming back to the cottage, dripping wet overcoat and eyes with something so much more volatile than that rage outside.He curled forward over the couch, shoulders forward, watching leaping hearth flames. Elara hadblanketed him hot and dried out and dressed him into dry clothes as well, but she remained beside him, shivering fingers lying to stir. To touch. To soothe. But she waited back—he needed to tell her first.Minutes dragged. Possibly hours. Time blurred into the gentle hiss of fire and distant keening of wind. And then, at last, he exhaled."I was at the water," Adrian gasped, his voice roughened."I saw myself there."Elara's gaze leaped from the teacup to hang, breathless."I was a ghost," he went on, eyes unfocused. "Something which I no longer know something, and unwanted."She drew breath. "You're not unwanted, Adrian."He shifted his head, s

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