The Path of Shadows
The morning arrived cloaked in a chilling mist. It slithered across the cobbled streets of Vareth like a phantom, muting colors and sounds alike. The capital, usually alive with the buzz of morning markets and the clatter of carriages, lay unnaturally quiet. People knew something was coming—something ancient and heavy—and they had taken shelter in silence. Eira adjusted the clasp of Kael’s dark cloak, her fingers lingering on the collar longer than necessary. His eyes searched hers—not for reassurance, but for grounding. She gave a small nod, and with that unspoken promise, they set out toward the Citadel of Truth. The Council Chamber loomed like a fortress carved into the heart of the mountain. High arching windows bathed the hall in cold light. Thirteen robed figures stood in a semicir
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