Chapter 15 · free to read
The first hour of the second age of Aldermere was the best hour the kingdom ever had.
Nobody in the lane knew what the white in his hair had cost. He preferred it that way.
It took ninety seconds for the shadow to cross the town. It was still crossing when it reached the horizon.
Cass had thought the rungs were bands of light. They were floors. Every one of them had cities on it, and the one directly above Aldermere had just come down to see who had turned the lights back on.
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