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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.

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.

“Tomas. Look.”

“What happened?” Tomas breathed.

The wind rose again, carrying a whisper that might have been laughter. raymond e feist vk

Pug looked at his hands. The blue light was gone. So was most of the color in his face.

Or might have been a name: Varek .

“I don’t need to unmake it,” he said. “I only need to move it. One step left .”

Then the raven came.

“The King’s road,” the grey figure repeated, savoring each word. “There has been no King here for a thousand years. You are standing in the ruins of Ithrak’s Fall. The ravens are not birds. They are the unburied dead.”

Tomas drew his sword—the hilt warm in his grip. “Who goes there?” The world lurched