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“The weaver’s here, watching.” Jessica stepped forward, the hollowness pulsing. “Show yourself,” she called, her voice echoing. “You called me here. Face me.” The tapestry pulsed, and a figure emerged not cloaked or shifting, but a man, tall and austere, his features sharp, his eyes white as the star above. His presence was a weight, not of hunger or deception, but of unrelenting certainty. “I am Verath,” he said, his voice clear, cutting through her like glass. “The Truth Weaver. And you, Jessica, are a lie.”