Chapter 38

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CHAPTER 38 Half an hour into the mage council meeting, Penrys was already sick of it. The room was handsome, if chilly—a locked interior room, windowless and quiet as a cave when she entered it with Zandaril and Zongchas, their footsteps muffled by the hangings suspended along each wall. She didn’t know the events portrayed in their faded colors, but the tall and icy mountains featured prominently left her in no doubt that these were Rasesni-brought, not part of whatever furnishings had already been in place when they arrived. She wished for that vanished silence now, as the disputes continued around the scarred table. Only four of the five council members were present, but they had no compunction about loud argument. Their minds may have been shielded, but not their voices. She had shi

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