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Chapter 465 Weavers in the Walls

ผู้เขียน: Judith GW
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Cerelia

The threads are humming through the walls. It’s barely there, but inescapable. Like a vibration beneath my ribs.

Like something ancient stirring in a bed of stone.

I sit cross-legged in the library, surrounded by open books, cracked scrolls, and pages so brittle I have to breathe carefully.

This isn’t Scarlett’s magic. It’s the type of presence that watches before it speaks. That waits to be noticed. Scarlett’s magic is brash and loud, this slithers.

I don’t call to it. Not yet.

The scroll in my lap is etched with a language older than wolves, older than kings.

Language of the Loom. The script hovers faintly above the parchment like it’s alive, whispering meaning if you’re quiet enough to hear.

I trace the glyph for “Watcher.” Then the one for “Thread-Keeper.”

The name appears a line later. Loki.

Signe’s footsteps are soft, but not sneaky. She enters with two mugs and sets one down beside me before sitting. Her fingers are ink-stained. I know mine are too.

“You haven’t moved i
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