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Firian
Feeling had returned to Firian’s feet and hands, though the black cloth around his palm kept one hand cold. He’d never seen the southern edge of the palace grounds. He’d always come and gone through the main entrance that faced east, toward the Abrecan Gate. Now he stared at the wall surrounding the palace grounds, scanning for Tanyu.
Mon Párinath was wrapped in walls—outermost were the city walls, tall and thick, then the walls around the palace grounds, and finally the walls of the castle itself. He’d breached the most difficult layer. Now came the second.
In the intensity of saving Bard and then his prison escape, he hadn’t noticed just how much the fire had damaged the palace. Most of the glass in the windows had blown out. Smoke stains smudged the area above the openings
