Chapter 6 · free to read
Forty years of magic in. Four years of magic out. Somewhere between those two numbers, thirty-six years of power went into something nobody had written down.
The reservoir. The most magically saturated room in the kingdom — and the one place the null was never supposed to walk into.
Ten steps in, he had turned off a corridor that had been lit continuously for nine hundred years.
Four hundred and eleven names struck out of a ledger. Every one of them was still here.
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