"This was woven from the wool of sheep that grazed only by moonlight," she whispered, draping it over his shoulders.
The rain didn’t just fall in Oakhaven; it hammered against the cobblestones like a rhythmic warning. Elias stood before the warped wooden door of "The Weaver’s Shadow," a shop that didn't appear on any modern map. He wasn't there for a costume or a fashion statement. He was there because the wind had begun to whisper his name, and the only protection against a spectral chill is a garment born of midnight.
"It is a heavy burden," the weaver warned, her eyes narrowing. "A black cape doesn't just change how the world sees you. It changes how you see the world. You’ll find yourself walking the long way home, lingering in the places where the streetlights don't reach."
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