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Summary
During the battle for the Oathgate in Shadesmar, Adolin is mortally wounded. This one small change, just a matter of inches, sets off a series of events that will rewrite the history of Roshar.
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In a war between immortal undead and fragments of divinity itself, hope is found in strange places - including the notebook of an artifabrian, the pockets of a surgeon, and the sewing lessons of a little prince.
“Darning socks is easy, my little light. There are other things - hearts, and minds, and people - that are far harder to mend. But you have clever hands, and a gentle soul…”
“And a needle?” Adolin said, beaming and holding up the little sewing kit in a chubby hand.
Evi smiled.
“And a needle.”
(This started as a bit of indulgent hurt/ comfort, only to become a massive story involving murder, conspiracies, execution, Stormscience, offworld travel, spren politics, and the unforseen effects of simple compassion. It also provides real consequences for certain major canonical decisions that seemed to be swept under the rug.
If you want explicit Shakadolin check out “Unraveling”, a series of romantic interludes that fit between various chapters of this story)