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“For how long?”
The road ahead was gone. In its place stood a tower of black stone, smooth as polished glass, rising without seam or door. At its base knelt a figure in grey robes, face hidden. raymond e feist vk
The tower flickered. For one heartbeat, it was gone. Tomas saw only open moor, grey sky, the distant smudge of the forest near Crydee. “For how long
Pug didn’t answer. Instead, he began walking back toward the distant torchlight of the patrol’s camp. The tower flickered
The wind rose again, carrying a whisper that might have been laughter.
Or might have been a name: Varek .
“The King’s road,” the grey figure repeated, savoring each word. “There has been no King here for a thousand years. You are standing in the ruins of Ithrak’s Fall. The ravens are not birds. They are the unburied dead.”