The Last Light of Duskmere
The sky over Elmsworth burned with the last gasp of day, a bruise of indigo bleeding into the horizon. Lira knelt in the dim glow of her loom, fingers stained with ochre and ash, weaving patterns that had not been…
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The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The steam rose, thick and sweet, tasting of minerals and ancient stone. Elara brushed it away from her face, focusing on the low thrum vibrating through the cavern floor. It wasn’t a steady pulse; it shifted,…