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Chapters
Chapter 1 - Protocol
Chapter 2 - The Name
Chapter 3 - In the Room
Chapter 4 - Glass and Thread
Chapter 5 - Measured Steps
Chapter 6 - Ritual Failure
Chapter 7 - The Breaking Point
Chapter 8 - The Neophyte
Chapter 9 - The Seal
Chapter 10 - Echoes in Stone
Chapter 11 - Two Heartbeats
Chapter 12 - First Silence
Chapter 13 - Stillness and Shape
Chapter 14 - A Deliberation of Shadows
Chapter 15 - Terms of Transition
Chapter 16 -In Transit
Chapter 17 - Echoes in the Hall
Chapter 18 - Thirst and Thread
Chapter 19 - Ash and Apology
Chapter 20 - Porcelain and Perspective
Chapter 21 - The Wild Between
Chapter 22 - A Week in Quiet
Chapter 23 - Return on a Leash
Chapter 24 - Fragments Out of Place
Chapter 25 - Circles of Influence
Chapter 26 - ???
Chapter 27 - Where She Stands
Chapter 28 - Threaded Reflections
Chapter 29 - Shaped in Echoes
Chapter 30 - Measured Reentry
Chapter 31 - Shadow Tether
Chapter 32 - The Threshold
Chapter 33 - Tethered Heat
Chapter 34 - Smoke and Honey
Chapter 35 - The Weight of What Comes Next
Chapter 36 - Aftertaste
Chapter 37 - The Quiet Weapon
Chapter 38 - The Thread
Chapter 39 - Echoes in the Thread
Chapter 40 - The Weight of Welcome
Chapter 41 - Tethers
Chapter 42 - The Weight Carried
Chapter 43 - Fever in the Veins
Chapter 44 - Stranger in the Mirror
Chapter 45 - The Cooling Flame
Chapter 46 - Between Teeth and Mercy
Chapter 47- The Surge
Chapter 48 - The Thread That Leads
Chapter 49 - The Wake of Power
Chapter 50 - The Council Stirs
Chapter 51 - Field Lines
Chapter 52 - The Threshold
Chapter 53 - The Center Holds
Chapter 54 - The Terms
Chapter 55 - The Echo
Chapter 56 - Between Breaths
Chapter 57 - Emberlight
Chapter 58 - Wakefire
Chapter 59 - Faultline
Chapter 60 - Under Watch
Chapter 61 - Beneath the Current
Chapter 62 - Threadbare
Chapter 63 - Measured by Heart
Chapter 64 - Ash in the Veins
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Lacey
Lacey didn’t storm often.
She wasn’t built for it — not in stature, not in temperament — but the quiet exhaustion in Topher’s voice, the hollow pause between his breaths, had pulled something loose in her. Something maternal, maybe. Something feral. Wha...