The subterranean vibrations of the Second Valve opening could be felt fifty leagues away across the southern frontier. From the high parapets of Mount Sorrow, Amara and Kaelen watched through an enchanted brass telescope as the distant riverbed of the Blackwater began to fill with foaming, sparkling mountain water. For seven winters, the river had been a trickling trench of stagnant mud; now, a surging, turquoise current rushed between the…
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