The dream began, as all the Ridge’s new nightmares did, with the sensation of being unraveled.Elara stood in a landscape that was not the valley, nor the fortress, but a place of infinite, shifting tension. She was walking on a grid—a colossal, cosmic loom where the threads were not wool, but lives, histories, and the very air of the North. Ahead of her, the dark thread she had seen on the tapestry pulsed like a jagged, infected wound in the weave.She reached out to touch it, and the world shivered.Elara bolted upright in her bed, her breath hitching in her chest. The room was deathly cold. Beside her, Fenris was already awake, his eyes glowing like two lanterns in the darkness, his hand gripping the hilt of the blade he kept by the bedside."You felt it too," he said, not as a question, but as a statement of shared reality."The dark thread," Elara whispered, throwing off the heavy quilts. Her silver-white tail was puffed to three times its normal size, a reflex of pure, unadulte
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