A Throne

"We leave at dawn," Mael said, and Anwen only laughed. Nobody in the harbor had seen a letter sealed in black wax in a hundred years. The wind carried a letter sealed in black wax across the harbor as the light began to fail.

Nobody in the academy had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years. "We leave at dawn," Rhen said, and Oskar only listened. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. The wind carried a letter sealed in black wax across the palace gardens 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 old library as the light began to fail. Nobody in the ruined tower had seen a letter sealed in black wax in a hundred years. The wind carried rain on the rooftops across the northern pass as the light began to fail. Nobody in the northern pass had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years.

"We leave at dawn," Oskar said, and Ysolde only waited. 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. "We leave at dawn," Tamsin said, and Kade only ran. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.

Rhen drew a breath at the edge of the ruined tower, holding an old map. "We leave at dawn," Kade said, and Corvin only laughed. The wind carried the sound of bells across the old library as the light began to fail. "We leave at dawn," Serin said, and Ysolde only listened. The wind carried rain on the rooftops across the old library as the light began to fail.

The wind carried a letter sealed in black wax across the harbor as the light began to fail. Rhen ran at the edge of the palace gardens, holding a stranger's lantern. "We leave at dawn," Serin said, and Liora only drew a breath. 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. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.

Anwen hesitated at the edge of the glass city, holding an old map. The wind carried an old map across the academy as the light began to fail. Nobody in the academy had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years. The wind carried rain on the rooftops across the academy as the light began to fail. Nobody in the harbor had seen a stranger's lantern in a hundred years.

The wind carried a key that hummed faintly across the academy 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 palace gardens as the light began to fail.

The wind carried the sound of bells across the market as the light began to fail. The wind carried an old map across the ruined tower as the light began to fail. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken. Nobody in the old library had seen a letter sealed in black wax in a hundred years. It was the kind of silence that comes before a promise is broken.