Chapter 13 · free to read
The fog off that marsh throws light straight back at whoever carries it.
The marsh did not send him wraiths. It sent him himself, on the road he had not taken.
It answered in his own voice: burn Ash Ford, take the wells, walk into Lankapur as the thing they already fear.
He did not beat the phantom. He agreed with it out loud, and it had nothing left to sell.
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