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In the beginning, the water was sweet, and the deep was held together by silver thread. But fear is a blade honed in the dark, and when the Great Founders turned their knives upon their own sister, the song of the ocean was silenced. The Mother retreated into a shroud of earth, her tears of salt turning the world into a stinging, briny expanse.
Now, the High Houses thrive in a beautiful lie.
They soak in stolen warmth, cradled by the flayed echoes of the Daughter they betrayed. They are untouched, their skin made vibrant and their magic preserved by a secret that has no name.
Beneath them, in the cold shadows of the Brines, are the Grey. Elara is a child of Lower Brines and like all the magic-less, she is haunted by the ever present threat of the Wasting. Faced with the disappearance of her father and then brother, she has accepted her place in the shadows and the arrival of loss...until the day she meets Lady Oona.
Ancient, eccentric, and lost in the fog of her own mind, Lady Oona is a ghost among the living, her madness is the only map left to the truth.
The Wasting is coming for everyone, and the only way to survive is to remember the song that was cut away. Guided by the half-whispers of a madwoman and the heated touches of The Overseer's daughter, Elara must find the strength to pull the silver thread, even if it means unravelling her very world.