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The snow was a curse. Even under moonlight it gleamed too brightly, scattering its pale reflection across the slope like shards of glass. Vyx’aria’s red eyes narrowed beneath her cowl, her vision already strained by the accursed surface sun during the day. This ghostly light was only marginally...

In this place, there was only firelight and darkness. Vast were its halls, with marbled floors and walls of obsidian. Its lines were sharp and pronounced, its shapes intricate and precise. Its presence was looming from every direction. From above, vast chandeliers of great fire burned brightly...

She regretted telling those with her on the ship where she was staying, but even more so Roul as she opened the door to the her room above the apothecary shop. To see his face this early in the day warranted a deep scowl. Iskra opened the door fully and wandered back into the room, pouring...