Compass of the Ash Queen

It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. The wind carried a key that hummed faintly across the harbor as the light began to fail. Oskar drew a breath at the edge of the academy, holding an old map. Nobody in the old library had seen rain on the rooftops in a hundred years. "We leave at dawn," Tamsin said, and Liora only kept walking. Mael listened at the edge of the glass city, holding the sound of bells. The wind carried an old map across the harbor as the light began to fail. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.