The Unwoven

Evelyn staggered into the lighthouse, the visions still clawing her mind. She lit a match and pressed it to the journal.

"What are you doing?" Liam yelled.

"What you couldn't." The flames spread, consuming generations of Harts.

Ronan appeared in the doorway, a fresh quilt over his arm. "Pity. But there's always another thread."

The fire roared, the lighthouse groaned, and Evelyn leapt into the storm.