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Post-Endwalker, the Warrior of Light returns to Old Sharlayan for the Star’s Renewal Observance: a four-day gathering meant to honor the dead, comfort the living, and prove that the world still knows how to continue.
It’s supposed to be about remembrance and renewal, and maybe a chance to remember what peace feels like.
It becomes, inconveniently, about G’Raha Tia.
I did, at one point, prepare three competing summaries because choosing one like a normal person was apparently beyond me. The dignified version won. The others have been exiled to the end notes.
P.S.: G'Raha's POV starts on chapter 2
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29 Aug 2026
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Her plan would be foolproof, if he wasn’t so godsdamned irresistible.
Jazzele finds herself in heat, G'raha finds himself jealous of her attentions, and they are both ridiculously in denial.
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21 Aug 2026
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It’s platonic, until it isn’t.
[There’s a part of you that wants to take the hand that still breathes, uncurl his fingers and place them around your own, prove to him that there’s heat in him yet. But you won’t, because G’raha is one of your dearest friends, and he has waited for you for years upon years and what you should do is give him the friendship and help he has wanted, needed; only that. You dare not presume to give him more.]
No Endwalker spoilers here!
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17 Aug 2026
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"Raha," she starts, voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you remember when I would sneak into your bed?"
He raises his head to look at her; it takes a moment for the fog of need to clear from his eyes enough to recall the memory. Then it surges back twofold, pupils dilating so wide that his irises are naught but a thin ring of blood red around them, and oh yes, he most certainly does.
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- Part 8 of the unbroken thread
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10 Jul 2026
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G’raha blinks dazedly in the light, her lovely face swimming into view.
“Oh, darling,” she says, plainly trying not to laugh again; his pupils are monstrously large. She puts her palm to his chest, feeling the feverishness of his bare skin and the triphammer rhythm of his heart. “How many pieces did you eat?”
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- Part 9 of the unbroken thread
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14 Jun 2026