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Lan stood upon the highest point of the capital’s chapel, a dark silhouette carved against the heavens. His cloak snapped in the dead wind, his eyes pale and sharp as blades. The moonlight vanished, consumed by a swirling storm that seemed to grow from his very presence.
From the clouds, rods of shadow and steel began to form. First a dozen. Then a hundred. Then a thousand, long spears of night that stretched from horizon to horizon, poised like arrows upon a bowstring.
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