Knotty Ruff: Golden — Knots

“You don’t cut knots like this,” Elara said. “You untie them. And this one…” She ran her fingers over the warm, seamless gold. Her eyes widened. “This one is tied with your own regrets. Every betrayal, every lie, every moment you chose gold over grace. It’s a knot of perfect selfishness. If I pull the wrong loop, it tightens instantly. You’ll be dead before you hit the floor.”

The door slammed open.

“Knotter,” the captain rasped. His name, Elara later learned, was Caelus. “I have a payment.” knotty ruff: golden knots

“Hold this,” she said. “And mean it.” “You don’t cut knots like this,” Elara said

“Then what?” he whispered.

“What do I have to do?”