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Firian
Firian didn’t wear his crown, but he felt the rightness of the place where he stood, as though he’d found a jut of land in a violent ocean.
After announcing his return, a charged silence surged through the empty expanse of the Main. The three remaining Tanyu stared at Firian as though he were a ghost. Jori stood behind him, a clear symbol of Firian’s intention to restore the Keepers.
He scanned the corners, the ceiling. If these three refused to help him, he could stop them. But he didn’t think he’d have to. None of the three reached for weapons at their waists or in their boots.
“Master Kess?” one said incredulously.
A soft thud drew his attention to the eastern windows. Master Nedi, with more agility than his big body suggested he had, swung himself through the window and
