The Faded Guest
Chapter One The mills of the Drowned Coast ground to a halt under the sudden, heavy calm, stopping the great gears that had turned for a century without rest. In the silence that followed, the eighty-four of the Old Brick kilns stood empty, their mouths open like dry throats, waiting for a fire that would not come. Narun Ryn walked through the reclamation yard of dead machines, his boots...
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