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Part 4 Drusniel waited until the third hour past midnight. At the guard change, he heard…

Part 1 The tower was older than it had looked from the hillside. Rain had worn hollows…

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 Zaelar waited while Drusniel recovered his balance. The chair's carved edge had…

Part 5 The compound was in chaos when Drusniel arrived. By the time he reached the…

Part 1 Month one. The forge draft warmed Drusniel's ankles through gaps in the…

Part 2 Preservation oil stained the cloth beneath the library's oldest books. Drusniel…

Part 3 Two days later, Drusniel returned to the correspondence index. Its stiff pages…

Part 4 The map covered Zaelar's entire desk. Drusniel pressed down a curling corner. The…