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The world lurched. Tomas grabbed Pug’s arm as the moor tilted, the sky and ground swapping places for a sickening instant. When his vision cleared, they stood on the frozen road to Stone Creek. Behind them, the fog had vanished. No tower. No ravens.

Here’s a piece: The road to Vak’Kesh was little more than a scar across the moor—muddy ruts where supply wagons had labored before the snows came. Tomas pulled his cloak tighter, though the wind found every gap. Frost clung to the wool. raymond e feist vk

“For how long?”

“What happened?” Tomas breathed.

Varek tilted his head. “Impressive for an untrained hedge-witch. But you are not strong enough to unmake what was built before your grandfathers’ grandfathers drew breath.” The world lurched