Chapter 90- The World Hold Its Breath
Author: Valerie snow
last update2026-04-10 19:39:28

POV: Jared

Everything gathers without being called.

I do not summon it.

It just… arrives.

The tree stands behind me, still blooming like it forgot what season means. Petals drift down in slow, uneven patterns, catching on the edges of things that did not exist weeks ago. The river runs steady, quieter than it used to be, like it learned how to listen.

The paths all lead here now.

I did not notice when that happened.

I turn slowly, taking it in.

People stand at a distance. Not close enough to cr
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