2024-12-27 14:36:14As Selene stormed out, the scrawny worker peeked in, his face pale.
“Uh, sir, the atmosphere got… colder.” Kael sighed. “Back to work. And tell the Reaper and Butcher to stop swinging from the ropes like monkeys.” The scrawny man nodded, then paused. “A pigeon just delivered this. It’s from your father.” Kael opened the letter, his expression hardening as he read. The last line caught his attention: “Your running is over. Come home.” The scrawny worker hesitated at the front of the group, nervously wringing his cap. “Uh, boss… is everything okay? You look… um, tense.” Kael leaned back with a sigh, his expression unreadable. “I have to leave.” The workers exchanged startled glances. “Leave? You? But who’ll keep the peace?” someone blurted out. Kael raised an eyebrow. “If you lot can’t stop fighting without me around, I’ll build a pit before I go and throw all of you in it. Permanently.” The yard went silent. Even the Reaper and Butcher, still recovering from their earlier punishment, looked sufficiently chastised. “But where are you going, boss?” the scrawny worker dared to ask. Kael’s voice was dry. “Cresmont City. My father’s orders.” The workers gasped as if Kael had announced he was heading to a battlefield. “Cresmont City?” The Reaper scratched his head. “Isn’t that where the rich snobs live? What’s your father want you to do there?” Kael stood, brushing dust off his shirt. “He’s arranged a marriage. Wants me to tie the knot with someone named Evangeline.” The Butcher burst out laughing. “You? Married? Boss, I can’t imagine you saying ‘I do’ without rolling your eyes!” Kael shot him a withering look. “Laugh all you want, Butcher. When I come back, your idea of humor might involve scrubbing latrines with your toothbrush.” The Butcher immediately sobered, muttering, “I wasn’t that funny, anyway.” Kael turned to the scrawny worker. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. If anything happens—” “—you’ll turn the quarry into a crater. Understood, boss!” The worker saluted, though his trembling hand betrayed his nerves. Kael narrowed his eyes. “And keep an eye on the Reaper and Butcher. If they so much as sneeze in each other’s direction, I expect a full report.” The scrawny worker nodded vigorously, but as Kael started to leave, he hesitated. “Uh… boss?” Kael paused, glancing over his shoulder. “What now?” The worker shuffled closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “I have a… a favor to ask. It’s a bit personal.” Kael tilted his head, curious. “A favor? From me?” The man swallowed hard. “You see, I… I have a granddaughter in Cresmont City. She doesn’t know about me. To her, I’m just some nameless old man.” Kael’s gaze softened slightly. “Go on.” The worker reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch and a folded letter. “Could you… deliver this to her? Tell her it’s from someone who’s always cared about her.” Kael frowned, taking the items. “What’s in the pouch?” “A token,” the man said, his voice steady. “Proof that I’m telling the truth if she ever questions you.” Kael inspected the pouch briefly before slipping it into his coat pocket. “Why not go yourself? You’re her family.” The man shook his head. “I’ve made too many mistakes, boss. She’s better off thinking of me as a nobody.” For a moment, Kael said nothing, then tucked the letter securely into his bag. “I’ll deliver it. But if you’re lying to me, I’ll be back to hang you upside down next to the Reaper and Butcher.” The man bowed deeply, his voice cracking. “Thank you, boss. You won’t regret it.” Kael turned to the workers one last time. “Behave while I’m gone. If I hear one word about trouble, I’ll make you all wish you were born as boulders instead of men.” The workers saluted in unison, shouting, “Yes, boss!” Kael smirked, adjusting his coat as he strode toward the gate. “Try not to burn the place down. I’ll be back before you know it.”
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Chapter 455
There is a room at the edge of all endings.Not grand, not glowing, not wrapped in prophecy or encased in myth. It is quieter than silence. Smaller than memory. It smells of paper warmed by sunlight, and dreams that never asked to be written down.It is yours.It is called the Reader’s Room.There is no door, yet you enter. Not with footsteps, but with presence. With the hush of one who realizes something profound is about to endbut has also just begun.The room is lined with echoes.Not of wordsbut of you.Moments glimmer faintly along the walls. You see the breath you held when Kael stood at the brink of forgetting. The tear that never reached your cheek when Riva whispered goodbye to her former name. The warmth that moved through your chest when Aurea sang to a book that had never been read. The soft, impossible awe when Soryel first wondered aloud, “What is a story?”And thereagainst the far wallyou see the time you flipped back a page. Not to check, but to feel again. That moment
Chapter 454
It opened not with words, but with warmth.The Book of Forever, ancient yet newly born, unfurled in silence deeper than language. No ink bled across the vellum. No titles, no chapters, no dialogue, no footnotes of the past. Instead, it breathed.Each page was a pulse, a faint thrum beneath the fingertips of those gathered. A heartbeat that did not echo from itselfbut from them. From the ones who had lived, wept, doubted, dreamed.Inside was not contentbut connection.Soryel, eyes wide, hand still resting on the warm skin of the book, felt not storiesbut sensations. A sigh under a blanket at midnight. A page turned with trembling fingers. A smile between tears as hope flickered back. A gasp when a truth struck too deep.The book was not remembering what it was. It was remembering who had held it.And so it remembered you.It remembered the nights you promised just one more chapter, and kept your promise only with sunrise.It remembered the moments you closed its cover not because the s
Chapter 453
He walked not upon ground, but between definitions.Kael found himself in a realm where the world did not end, because it had not yet agreed to begin. It was a place not of story, but of the possibility of storya pale world inked only with the margins of unwritten thoughts, each footstep brushing against the hush before language. No sky greeted him. No soil embraced him. Above, below, aroundonly pale parchment that curved inward forever, a vast cathedral of potential. The air smelt faintly of unvoiced questions, and every echo carried the hush of a reader holding their breath, not to listenbut to allow.Margins, endless and recursive, ruled here. Margins where footnotes once dreamed of being chapters. Margins where the discarded became threshold. Margins where a comma’s curl might house an entire forgotten world.And in that world of spectral syntax, Kael wandered.He did not walk with certainty, for such a thing had long abandoned him. He walked with breath. And each breath became in
Chapter 452
The skies did not darken in warning. There was no thunder to herald the fall. Only stillnessso absolute, so quietly woven through breath and branchthat even the whispers of possibility seemed to hold their tongues.And then, the rain began.It did not fall like water. It fell like memory re-shaped as light. Each droplet a prism of unchosen lives, each splash a ripple of futures almost dared. The air tasted of stories that had once knocked against the ribs of time but were turned away by fear, duty, silence. Dreams unborn. Songs that flickered at the edge of sleep and dissolved with waking. Hands never held. Truths never spoken. Lives unlived.And yet, in this garden grown not from narrative but from the marrow of belief, every droplet found root.Pamela appeared first. Not as a specter nor a memory, but as herselfno longer searching for who she had been, but arriving fully as who she had chosen not to become. She stepped beneath the silvered fall, carrying an umbrella spun from negati
Chapter 451
It began with stillnessnot the stillness of death, nor the hush of waiting, but a silence so alive it pulsed like breath held in wonder. The Book of Forever had closed itself with the tenderness of an old friend who knows when to let go. And in that sacred pausebetween the breath out and the next one ina world emerged.No ink had summoned it. No prophecy had etched its edges. No architect of realm nor map of intent had shaped it. It rose, simply, gently, because it had not been forbidden. Because someone, somewhereperhaps a Reader, perhaps a dreambelieved there might still be more.So the Unwritten Garden grew.Not out of earth. Not even from time. But from the cracks between words. From the gaps between moments. From the hollows of hearts that had once whispered, What if there’s more? Its sky was not painted with stars but with glimmers of stories that had never made it to page. Its wind carried no scent, and yet every inhalation brought the ache of childhood memories you were never
Chapter 450
It began, not with ink, but with a breath so soft it could have been a sighor the silence left behind after someone almost said I remember you. The Book of Forever rested open, its final page no longer blank, but expectant. Not filled, not writtenbut humming with the ache of what could now be said.Soryel stood before it, no longer a child, no longer the Future Reader, no longer the one who held questions like fragile lanterns in the night. They had spoken many namesKael, Selene, Riva, Pamela, Aureaand each had become a constellation of meaning. But now, Soryel closed their eyes and invented one. Not from memory. Not from ancestry. Not even from wonder. But from the future itself.A name never uttered before, shaped not by the past, but by the vast and unclaimed territory of what might yet be felt. The name rang out not in sound, but in permission.And the page… accepted it.Not with ink. Not with letters. But with light. A light not golden, not celestial, not radiantbut tender. It bl
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