Two hundred miles to the southeast, in the coastal citadel of Silver-Water, the victory banquet in the Grand Harbor Pavilion was in full, joyous swing when the shadow-falcon from Highstone plummeted out of the night sky. The black raptor landed upon the stone balustrade of the royal terrace, gasping for breath, a crimson-wax-sealed cylinder tied to its talons. Queen Nyra and King Darius were standing together beneath the terrace pavilion,…
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