Chapter 1911 - Chapter 1911: The Rhythm of the Stone

The knowledge of his identity, once a specter haunting the periphery of every interaction, now settled into the fabric of his days with a surprising lightness. It was a fact, like the calluses on his hands or the specific way the morning light hit the Seed-Shard. It did not define him, but it was part of his architecture, as Elara had said. He was Finnian, the mender. He was also Finnian, the former architect of Silverport. The two were not separate; they were the raw material and the finished joint, the flaw and the repair.