a beautiful, intricately carved wooden frame, dominated the center of the room. It was a

pattern. She was creating a fabric that would hold the memories of a young couple's first anniversary. The w

ng man, Kael, who had visited her workshop earlier. She couldn't shake the feel

ughts, the door to her workshop burst open, and

ut of breath. "But we have a problem. One of the

racing with possibilities. "Who's missing

ng on a project for the Guild, and she didn't show up for her s

ads of possibility. She knew that the Guild took the safety of its members ve

a said, already rising from her seat. "Elara, can you f

e with worry. "Be careful, Lyra.

that she had to find Arin, and fast. The fate of the Memory Weav