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Chapter 126 – The Dreamweaver’s Judgement
Author: Sami Yang
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The sky above the Vault of the Unfinished had started bleeding glyphs.

At first, it was subtle—a symbol here, a phrase there, repeating in recursion loops across the dream-laced clouds.

But now?

It was screaming.

Ari Morrow stood with Ash and Niko at the summit of the Archive’s Observation Spire, the very place where history was meant to be preserved.

But history, it seemed, had other plans.

The glyphs had formed a name.

Over and over again.

Ioseph Cael.

The name had been struck from the Archive two decades ago.

A Dreamwright accused of warping recursion architecture—crafting parasitic narratives that consumed other stories from the inside out.

He wasn’t forgotten.

He was sealed.

And now, he was back.

The First Breach, Vault 23 cracked open that night.

It was supposed to be empty.

Instead, it howled.

Dream anchors were torn apart. Half-finished characters screamed into the ether. Ari’s emergency beacon flared so violently it short-circuited her tether.

By the time she and Ash arrived,
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