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Uunday, 19 Drannym, 1007 KR

“You say death’s the start of the next part of the journey,” Lona said to Ceph as he poured her drink. “What’s the next part?”

Ceph looked at her. It may have been the most she’d ever said to him. “The myths say you wander the Shadowrealm under Zelrhea’s rule.”

“Ever wandering, but ever at peace—yes. What if you don’t make it there?”

Ceph glanced at her, glanced away. “That’ll be twelve greens.”

She couldn’t know—could she? Couldn’t know that Azrael had come, but Cain hadn’t? That every day he wondered why Rye was still here?