Chapter 27 – Teeth Beneath the Threadrift
Raen dreamt of chains.
Not the heavy iron kind, but chains of names. Words knotted into loops, dragging across unseen skies, linking one fate to another. His name—Raen Valor—was bound to them, stitched into their loops like a flaw in a grand tapestry.
He reached out to sever them—
And the dream shattered.
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Waking in the Threadrift was never gradual. You didn't rise; you returned. One moment a prisoner of memory, the next a weapon in a world without rules.
Solace was already awake, eyes dimly glowing.
Keir lay nearby, arms and legs splayed like a man crucified by sleep. He snored with theatrical intensity.
Ashveil stood watch again, antlers humming low.
Raen rubbed his face. "I hate this place."
"Then you belong here," Ashveil replied.