Thank you for having brought us alive during this story. After Mrs Andreas revealed the truth to Chris and Cassie, everyone came back to the boutique. Cassie and Chris decided to continue on their ways, never breaking the link their friends had weaved...
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« The first question which may came into your mind is ‘How is all this possible?’, isn’t it ? » said Mrs Andreas without looking away while she was faced to the sky vastness. « However there is a really simple explanation. » We are neither made of flesh...
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A butterfly passed under my nose. A beautiful and iridescent blue insect. We weren’t in town anymore. Never a courtyard would be able to contain such a large green field. Here it was spring, we had left winter on the other side of the street. A lukewarm...
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« We sometimes play dangerous games, explained Hannah. If you know too much about us some malfunction may happen. - Malfunction ? I said. - Like being able to read an unknown language ? kept going Cassie. - Like seeing a photograph bringing to life before...
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« Hannah… She refuses to consider our objectives as simple suggestible puppets, said Mrs Andreas the same way she would have explained undercurrent subtleties of an uncommon religion. - Oh, it doesn’t prevent us to be so. » Cassie interrupted yet without...
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« You’re not ‘a little thing’ ! You’re not invisible ! » Although Hannah was explaining the situation with a bewitching voice I lost my temper. « You’ve lead us until here. Please stop saying that you’re invisible. You changed my life, you opened my eyes....
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We are Weavers. We create new bonds, we play with yarns of destiny. We are those who make you turn right instead of left. We are those who make you take the previous train. Those who gave you this book. We are hidden behind little things, insignifiant...
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Here, we are called the Weavers. Or modern Fates if you prefer. Our profession is changing people lives. There are thousands of times in a life, or even in a day, when we miss our hypothetic destinies. Nobody can manage it, there is no purpose to time...
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Holding a steaming mug we sat down around the table with Hannah and Mrs Andreas. « This boutique doesn’t only sell motley stuff, said Hannah. Its primary function is fulfilling wishes. »
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Hannah slowly putted down her cardboard and jumped over the railing to hold us into her arms immediately. « Oh, you came… I’m so happy… » she said giving us a big hug both in the same time. None of us dared to move, everything was happening too fast....
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