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The tower flickered. For one heartbeat, it was gone. Tomas saw only open moor, grey sky, the distant smudge of the forest near Crydee.

Then the image snapped back.

The figure rose slowly, unfolding like a mantis. When it spoke, the voice came from everywhere at once, rustling through dead leaves and across the stones at their feet. raymond e feist vk

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. The tower flickered