Chapter 4 · free to read
The road south passed through Ash Ford, where the survivors of Suryagarh's fall lived as beggars in the ruins of their own market.
An old palace cook, grey and stooped, had kept a boy's bow-string for fourteen years.
Then the warlord's men moved on the well, and a child fell beneath their boots.
He meant to show only a spark. A spark, in the dark, is a beacon.
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