Silk, Sorcery & Steel

The Story

The sword has been split. The man who carries it is splitting too.

Darian Ashveil left Ashgold Keep with two blades on his back, five people who decided his problems were their problems, and a dead man's echo behind his ribs that is getting louder. The fragment of Zuldane Malovian is no longer a weight he can carry in silence. It is a clock — seizing his body without warning, freezing him mid-stride, mid-fight, mid-breath. The episodes are compressing. The road east is long. And the only person who can help him is in the one city where the Order of Shadows sees everything.

Dragon's Mouth. Commercial capital of the Malovian Empire. A city built between two mountain jaws where ten thousand frequency signatures compete for air and three scanning arrays at the gate can read your magical fingerprint from a mile away.

The company is heading straight for it. Because Darian needs a specialist. Because Zara needs the forge. Because Sarah has a contact inside the walls. Because sometimes the only way past the thing hunting you is through the door it is guarding.

They named the blades on a river dock in the dark. Silk for the wind. Steel for the force. The naming was the easy part.

What comes next is not.

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