Far away, Seraphyne felt it — the Vault unlocking.
The girl known as Lyra collapsed, clutching her chest as a full flood of memories poured back into her.
> "I loved him," she whispered. "He died for me. And I forgot."
Behind her, the Executioner's armor cracked.
> "We should have ended him," he growled.
But Seraphyne smiled — not cruel, but almost hopeful.
> "No. Let him come. The Loom needs a new threadwalker."
She turned toward a sealed door — a place even she hadn't dared open.
> "Release the Fractured Star. It's time we see what burns brighter — fate, or love."
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