Chapter 63 THE RAVEN’S KNOT

The rivulet of moonlight across Lira’s blanket trembles like a warning bell.

I sat in the doorway, the ribbon curled in my palm, feeling its pulse as if it were a live thing. Every small noise in the house—wood settling, a pot cooling, Kaelen’s slow breath—seems amplified. The ribbon hums faintly a...

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