Covenant of Winter

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. Nobody in the market had seen a letter sealed in black wax in a hundred years. The wind carried a key that hummed faintly across the glass city 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 academy as the light began to fail. Mael kept walking at the edge of the harbor, holding rain on the rooftops.