Chapter 31 The Sceptre of Iron and Bone

The black mist hissed against Keith’s fire-barrier, boiling into oily gray steam that smelled of crushed grave-lilies and melted marrow.

The great hall was utter pandemonium. Courtiers in silk and velvet trampled one another scrambling toward the colonnades. Armored drake-guard drew heavy broads...

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