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Council of War
Jin woke with a strangled cry from a terrifying dream of running through the forest while lightning shattered the trees all around him. He blinked up at blue draperies. Where . . . ?
A face loomed over him, and his eyes widened in confused astonishment. “Ser Mar?” he croaked. He tried to sit up, but the room swam around him, and he fell back again. For a moment, he thought he would be sick.
The old Scrollkeeper chuckled and patted him on the arm. “The same,” he said.
“You’re really here? But how—”
“I set out not two days after you left,” Ser Mar said. “The more I thought about it, the more I realized I did not wish to remain wrapped in the stone cocoon of my chamber while momentous events were unfolding in our land.” He laughed. “Governor Nix was all too willing to
