Chapter 18 THE MIRROR OF UNSPOKEN FUTURES

The final hours of night lingered like a held breath over Axum. From the highest turret to the winding alleyways, the kingdom lay draped in a gauzy hush, broken only by the faint rustle of the living tapestry undulating above the central plaza. Under the moon's waning silver, each thread glimmered-azure meeting gold, crimson lacing through onyx-yet