Chapter 154: The Awakened Line
The tremor in Elara's finger was not a conscious command. It was a reflex, a fundamental rejection written in nerve and spirit. But in the charged, resonant battlefield of the cottage, a reflex was enough.
The single line of 'Bridge' that glowed in the darkness of her mind was not connecting two things. It was connecting then to now. It was the bridge between the woman who had fought the Simplifiers' defining silence and the monstrous, legalistic silence now claiming her home. It was a bridge of pure, unyielding no.
The glow did not remain internal.
