Chapter 18 WHISPERS IN THE WOUND OF NIGHT

The hours after the Shatterwing attack bled together like ink in water blurry, restless, heavy with the weight of what had just happened. Emberfall Citadel was bruised but still standing. Smoke drifted through the stone corridors, carrying ash and the faint scent of scorched metal.

Kaelin walked th...

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