a beautiful, intricately carved wooden frame, dominated the center of the room. It was a
pattern. She was creating a fabric that would hold the memories of a young couple's first anniversary. The w
ng man, Kael, who had visited her workshop earlier. She couldn't shake the feel
ughts, the door to her workshop burst open, and
ut of breath. "But we have a problem. One of the
racing with possibilities. "Who's missing
ng on a project for the Guild, and she didn't show up for her s
ads of possibility. She knew that the Guild took the safety of its members ve
a said, already rising from her seat. "Elara, can you f
e with worry. "Be careful, Lyra.
that she had to find Arin, and fast. The fate of the Memory Weav
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