“I’m going down,” he said.
And somewhere, deep beneath the world, the last fragment of Harran the Sunderer began to sing. deepwoken earth piercer
Kaelen looked at his hands. They were trembling, but not from fear. “I’m going down,” he said
The rain over the Etris Docks never fell straight. It whipped sideways, stinging like salt-flung needles, and beneath the creaking hulls of galleons, a crowd had gathered. Not for fish. Not for a hanging. For a grave. “I’m going down