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The Midnight Goat
Alasyr heard her call. He’d heard all her calls over the preceding days. Every last tortured one. He didn’t even have to be near her to hear them. He suffered the agonizing desperation of Emberley Blackwood all the way from Midnight Crest.
He hadn’t left The Rookery, not since the night he witnessed his father, and maybe another, apprehend and abscond with Ember’s mother. Asherley Blackwood was locked away in an apartment that had once been reserved for dowager high priestesses, but had, for years, been collecting cobwebs and coldness. The path there had crumbled away, leaving the only means of access a short flight across the gap of broken balustrades.
But he found he couldn't face the half-blood with this knowledge burning inside him. He felt no loyalty toward he
