FAZER LOGINThat night, it found me again. Even as sleep dragged me under, I could feel that something about the invitation was different this time."I would like to show you something," it said, before the black forest had even fully finished forming around me. "Only you, this time. Not because I mean to divide you from the others. Because what I wish to share belongs, I think, most naturally to the one among you whose gift concerns itself with truth above all else.""I'm listening," I said, though caution still colored every word.The forest melted away, and suddenly I was somewhere new. Not the endless darkness filled with distant minds, but something smaller. Closer. Intimate, though that word felt too small for anything this old.I stood in what might have been a garden, if gardens could exist without soil or sky. There were no boundaries here, nothing to separate one living thing from another. Watching it, I realized I was seeing a memory or something close to it, shaped by a mind that didn
The darkness just waited. That was new. Last time, it came for us. Now, something had changed, and I could feel it in my bones."You wish to understand," the Hollow said, the words settling into all three of us at once, layered and strange, neither hostile nor especially gentle, simply present. "I confess, I did not expect that request either. Fear, I have grown accustomed to. Ambition, considerably more so. Understanding is a rarer visitor.""We can't choose anything honestly," I said, "without knowing what we're actually choosing between. You've told me what you're offering. You haven't told me what you actually are."Silence stretched out, heavy and endless. Time didn’t matter here. It felt wrong, like the world was holding its breath."Very well," it said finally. "I will show you, rather than simply tell you. Understanding through explanation alone has never once served either of our kinds particularly well."The world shifted under my feet, but not like before. No pain, no teari
Corvin called us together before the week was out. I was still dragging the weight of that night at the hollow, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. It never really let go."I don't believe we can continue simply reacting," he said, spreading his research across the war table with a new, focused urgency I hadn't seen from him since the earliest days of translating the boundary's history. "The Hollow will keep asking, patiently, until exhaustion or desperation eventually gives it the answer it wants. I believe the only way to end that pattern is to meet it deliberately, on terms we choose, rather than waiting for it to catch one of you unguarded again.""You're suggesting we go to it," Serrin said, arriving from her new duties with Corvin's archive, something steady and purposeful in her bearing that hadn't been there even a month earlier."I'm suggesting the three of you go to it," Corvin said, "together, with full understanding of what you're choosing, rather than a single f
Kaelan showed up just before dawn, his horse lathered and wild-eyed from the ride. He hadn't stopped once after Rhys's message reached him in the capital. Three words. He never even questioned why Rhys was the one calling him. He just rode.Ivy needs you.I heard his horse before I saw him. The cold had already stripped away any composure I had left. Kaelan ran the last stretch, golden eyes wide and scared, not even trying to hide it. Watching him, I realized just how much it must have cost Rhys to send for him."What happened," Kaelan demanded, reaching us both, his gaze moving rapidly between my bare, frozen feet and the crack still pulsing faint and patient in the ancient wall behind us."The Hollow reached her again," Rhys said before I could find the words myself, his voice carefully even despite the exhaustion I could hear underneath it. "In her sleep. It's been asking her to accept its offer for weeks. Tonight, exhaustion nearly answered for her, before she managed to stop hers
The offer came back. Three times. Always in my dreams, always softer than the bone-deep exhaustion waiting for me when I woke up.I kept it to myself. Told myself I was protecting everyone else from a fear that belonged to me alone. Same old instinct, the one that made me hide the truth about my gift, until Bianca dragged it out of me on that bench by the training yard. I should have learned by now. But I hadn't. Not really. Not when the fear felt this sharp, this personal.The exhaustion crept in, slow and steady. Council sessions. Serrin's sentencing. Bianca fighting through endless negotiations. The fourth-thread question hanging over us. Wren still barely holding together after what she saw at the crack. I told myself it was normal to be this tired. Anyone would be, with this much on their shoulders. I didn't let myself think about how much of it was the Hollow, quietly feeding on me, waiting for me to break.I barely remember leaving Sterling that night.I remember going to bed,
It found me on a night that should have been safe. No warning, no storm, just the kind of ordinary that makes you let your guard down. That made it worse.I crashed early, too tired to fight the weight of the week. Serrin’s council session still echoed in my head. Bianca’s warnings about the three factions. Kaelan turning down the crown, leaving the whole kingdom twitchy and unsure if they should be grateful or terrified. For once, I didn’t toss and turn. I just slipped under.I woke standing in the black forest.I knew right away this wasn’t the same dream. The three whispering voices were gone. Or maybe they’d melted into one steady, patient, everywhere at once. I couldn’t turn and face it. It was just there."You've been afraid of me," it said. Not accusing. Simply observing, the way you might note the weather."Yes," I said, because lying to something that had already slipped into my own voice once before felt like a particularly foolish place to begin practicing deception."I und







