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Chapter 60 The Bone King's Messanger

The wind carried something foul that morning.

Not the scent of blood or smoke. Isla knew those intimately. No-this was older. Earthier. The smell of bones disturbed after centuries of sleep.

She stood on the ramparts of Blackreach, Kael beside her, watching the rider approach through the valley's frost-laced fog. One man. One horse. And a banner

            
            

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