Ten years after the Loom was healed, Morya found a letter outside their cottage on the edge of the Known World.
It was sealed in black thread, and though the parchment looked new, it bled at the corners—red, and warm.
Nima stood behind her, older now. Her eyes softer, wiser. But the moment she saw the seal, her hands trembled.
"This… this is from the Hollow Province."
Morya furrowed her brow.
"I thought that place vanished after the Severing."
Nima shook her head slowly.
"Not vanished. Just… erased."
She opened the letter. The ink moved as she read, shifting like it didn't want to be seen.
"To the flame-girl who stitched memory and the girl who walked beside her…
You are needed once more.
The threads are bleeding again.
And this time… they scream."
Signed:
—E.
Nima clutched the page to her chest.
"No one ever signed with just an 'E'. Except…"
Morya nodded. "Except for Erielle."
A name they hadn't spoken in years.
A name that should have died.