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Chapter 155: The Formal Discipleship Ceremony
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... were already moving, heads down, hands clutching coin pouches, eyes hungry. They expected sunrise to crawl over the horizon as usual.
It did not. A perfect line cut across the sky, as if someone had drawn a blade through the morning and stopped the light from spilling.
At first people blamed fog. They had watched the green haze Cairnight Barterhold.
But this was not that.
The fog thinned. It did not swirl or cling. It simply dissolved, peeling away from the air in ...
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