The golden threads shimmered with quiet contentment.
Marcus stood at the threshold of the clock tower, watching the city breathe. The gathering was complete. The scattered pieces had returned. The oneness was whole, more beautiful than it had ever been. Havenport had become a beacon of hope and love, its golden threads visible to all who sought them.
But something was missing.
It was a subtle absence, a hollow space in the oneness that hadn't been there before. The scattered pieces were all accounted for, their long journey finally over. But there was one who had not returned. One who had remained behind.
Anna noticed it too. She arrived at the clock tower one evening, her face pale, her eyes searching.
"Marcus, something is wrong. The oneness is whole, but I feel... an absence. A hol
