The devourer's bane

n intricate pattern. She was a Memory Weaver, one of the few gifted individuals in

o had commissioned Lyra to create a fabric that would hold the memories of her late husband. Lyra had spen

ing to take shape. She was so focused on her work that she didn't no

hat she looked up, startled. A young man stood in the door

a asked, her fingers

. "I'm looking for a Memory Weaver," he said, his voice low and

work and gestured for the young man to sit. "

or something. "I'm not sure where to start," he said finally. "I've been experi

d, her hands clasped together. "What kind o

to a whisper. "Memories of my family. My childhood.

like to lose memories, to feel like a part of yourself was mi

ed with conviction. "But I need to know mo

his lips. "I remember my name," he said. "Kael.

She knew that she had to help him uncover the truth about his past. Little did she know