ands of tiny lights like fireflies that hurled themselves into it in an attempt to fill up the darkness. Rumor in every village carried whispers of Asha'mari and the Black Tower. ll, a woman and a man, each in flowing robes and holding a clear crystal sphere overhead in one hand. Suffered was the word.
If she sent Meri off, Romanda would only find a new spy. Ships that sail west, vanish. She straightened her coat and tried to settle herself. No matter.
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