"So someone is eavesdropping on us. I suspected as much," Grandma said. "Did you get a feel for who it might be? It would have to be another weaver, maybe one from Cain's side?"
"No... no, I couldn't even tell if it was male or a female energy. It felt... hollow somehow. It wrapped around my strings and started pulling my energy like... how can I explain this... there was a being, and it was hungry, and it was... pitch black. Malign. Evil."
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