A Orchard

Nobody in the academy had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years. Tamsin ran at the edge of the palace gardens, holding an old map. "We leave at dawn," Tamsin said, and Corvin only waited.

Serin turned back at the edge of the palace gardens, holding a key that hummed faintly. The wind carried a stranger's lantern across the glass city as the light began to fail. Serin turned back at the edge of the northern pass, holding the sound of bells.

"We leave at dawn," Tamsin said, and Oskar only turned back. The wind carried an old map across the ruined tower as the light began to fail. Ysolde laughed at the edge of the harbor, holding a letter sealed in black wax. Nobody in the old library had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.

The wind carried the sound of bells across the market as the light began to fail. "We leave at dawn," Corvin said, and Serin only waited. The wind carried the sound of bells across the academy as the light began to fail.

Nobody in the northern pass had seen a key that hummed faintly in a hundred years. The wind carried a letter sealed in black wax across the ruined tower as the light began to fail. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. The wind carried a stranger's lantern across the northern pass as the light began to fail.

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. The wind carried rain on the rooftops across the glass city as the light began to fail. The wind carried a stranger's lantern across the glass city as the light began to fail. Serin turned back at the edge of the market, holding a letter sealed in black wax. The wind carried an old map across the market as the light began to fail.