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... ling away from a waking world.
But when vision returned, nothing was as it had been.
They stood not in the Weaver’s chamber, nor on a path of living threads, but in a space that felt... unfinished.
As if the Weave had paused mid-breath.
Loose strands floated weightlessly around them, unanchored and drifting like cosmic dust. Some glowed softly. Others pulsed with unstable darkness. Each was a possibility waiting for a hand to choose its fate.
Marra spun in ...
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