A Crack in the Dam

The Loom’s prophecy spread through the community like a contagion. Fear, once a stranger, now walked among them. The First Augurs, their authority shaken, doubled down on their interpretations, their pronouncements becoming more rigid, more demanding of faith. But the elder’s words had taken root. Small groups began to gather in the old, forgotten places, far from the hum of the Loom, their hushed conversations a new, unsanctioned history in the making. The first cracks in their society were beginning to show, not as a violent schism, but as a quiet, spreading web of doubt.