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... up of six moved quietly between stones etched with lichen and forgotten glyphs. Their palms glowed faintly, the sparks Hei Long had pressed into them at the quay warm against the cold mountain air.
At their head walked Shuang, a fisherman turned pathfinder. He had never left the coast before, but now he bore a spark the colour of sea-light cupped in his calloused hand. Behind him trailed a pair of Guards, a highland apprentice with wind-call in her breath, and two children who had begged ...
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