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Part 4 Drusniel waited until the third hour past midnight. The compound was quietest…

Part 1 The tower was older than it had looked from the hillside. Up close, Drusniel…

Part 2 Zaelar's fingers closed around Drusniel's wrist. Cool, dry, stronger than they…

Part 3 The candle burned. Drusniel stared at it until his eyes watered. "Stop glaring…

Part 4 Drusniel didn't make it to the door. "Before you go." Zaelar's voice stopped him…

Part 5 The compound was in chaos when Drusniel arrived. He slipped through the service…

Part 1 The library smelled of dust and something older: preservation oils, fungal…

Part 2 Month one. The forge draft rose from the basement in a steady column—heated air…

Part 3 The letter was wedged between two volumes on elemental theory—probably misfiled…

Part 4 The map covered Zaelar's entire desk. Drusniel had never seen anything like it…