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The magician’s eyes went distant—seeing not the moor, not the tower, but the spaces between things. Threads of fate. Leys of power. He spoke a single word in the language of the Assembly, and the ground shuddered. “We should not be here,” said Pug, his voice low
“The King’s road,” the grey figure repeated, savoring each word. “There has been no King here for a thousand years. You are standing in the ruins of Ithrak’s Fall. The ravens are not birds. They are the unburied dead.” “We should not be here