Chapter Eleven

By the time Thæon, Morak and I’dl descended from the steep of Arenthien’s shrine, the cold night was drawing in; the sky a star-scape of light and colour while Cryon herself shone glittering gold beneath the fire light of paper lanterns and braziers and the furnaces forever burning far below.

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