COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
As his finger brushed it, a fresh flower scent drifted by.
Maya wobbled as she stood. She looked up at the bright threads. “Look! They reach all the way to the sky!”
Far overhead, the lines grew thin and faded.
Chapter 80: The War of the Two Worlds.
Chapter 90: The Memory of the Lemon Tree.
Chapter 99: The Final Door.
Up at the very top, a single line beat like a heart. It wasn’t red or blue. It shone clear white—a diamond’s color.
“Chapter 100,” Maya whispered, breathless. “But I can’t read the title. It’s too far.”