Chapter 5 · free to read
Pearls floor to ceiling, hung so that nothing behind them could be seen clearly from the front.
Talons flat on drowned blackwood, perfectly still, in a court where stillness is the loudest thing available.
Fled. Not drowned, not taken, not lost. Fled — and a regent who has lied for twelve years had chosen, tonight, to give away exactly one true word.
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