The golden threads pulsed with quiet contentment.
Marcus stood at the threshold of the clock tower, watching the city breathe. The Watchers had come and gone, their ancient curiosity satisfied. The hunters had retreated into the shadows. The scattered pieces were at peace. The oneness was whole, more beautiful than it had ever been. Havenport had become a sanctuary, a beacon of hope and love that drew seekers from every corner of the world.
But something was missing.
It was a subtle absence, a hollow space in Marcus's heart that hadn't been there before. The oneness was complete. The Foundation was whole. Everything was as it should be. But Marcus felt a longing—a deep, aching need for something he couldn't name.
Anna noticed it too. She arrived at the clock tower one evening, her face
