07/03/2026 11:19

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A transport leaves Hektor in four hours. But at the Shadow Tower, I was given a new woolcloak from stores, black and black, and trimmed with black, to go with myblack breeches and black boots, my black doublet and black mail. Singly and separately the impressions would come back, unwelcome, mostly at night. Done, the old Grazdan answered in his thick Valyrian.

It’s never too late to catch up on the classics. The Traders of Haven are all essentially provincial. Cousin, lend me your knife. You are excused.