The Shadow of the Forgotten Crown

e smelled of damp sto

sound as he shifted his weight. Below him, the city guards patrolled with lazy arrogance, th

n the slums and the highborn districts. The noble was away at court, and his vau

o disappear from the city, maybe even buy passage to

th the scent of old parchment and expensive ink. A quick glance confirmed the vault door-hidde

, his tools clicking softly. A hear

s, a chest of silver coins, and-there, on a pedestal-a small iron c

y relic. But his client had been specific

ched f

he runes flared-a pulse of violet light-and for a heartbeat, Kael saw someth

vision v

Seven Hell

ed from the

wind just as the door burst open. An arrow whistled past his ear, e

t pounding. But even as he fled, he couldn't shake t

mething was