CHAPTER 31 : THE PULSE WE CANNOT NAME

There was a moment—quiet, unreported, nearly mistaken for wind—when the world shifted.

It did not begin with a bang.

It began with a breath.

A long, echoing silence from a girl who no longer needed to speak.

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Zaria had stopped stitching entirely by the age of fifteen.

The looms were untouc...

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