The fortress of Seafall burns and the gods stay silent. Along the ash-choked roads, a Queen without a kingdom leads the broken and the grieving, while whispers of rebellion carry across the ruins of Tyr. In the shadow of war, old names gather new weight. Morrigan bears the burden of command. Spark clings to a box bought with blood. Rust guards them all with a silence that hides too much. A wandering storyteller named Faelin offers guidance-or a trap. And from the secret halls of Obedia comes Claire of the Greenlands, a knife that speaks softly and cuts without warning. Gates will open. Masks will fall. Crowns will mean nothing when the dead march beside the living and the only law left is the strength to endure. In a world where mercy is a rumor, who will stand when the gods finally decide to weep?
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