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Bard
Concentration and haze made Bard’s head pound. Jori’s dreams always had a dark blur of unreality. He didn’t have the least bit of the Talent, but none of that was his fault. Bard tried to focus on what was happening while remaining aware of possible threats. Chetana and Tesni and the nearby capital meant a constant faraway buzz of other minds, but nothing invading Jori’s sleep.
Jori walked—or floated, it was hard to tell—along the edge of the palace roof. He held his arms outstretched, bobbling gently from side to side as he tripped along. In the way of dreams, it wasn’t the gardens with the Amiran Academy far below but the roiling sea. Narrow warships had sailed right against the palace walls, tapping against the stone with every wave. The movement didn’t seem to damage the shi
