For all the futures left behind,
in the name of one we chase.
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Years have passed since the attempted coup on Broken Hill. Allegiances, and loves caught in a stalemate of doubt, and political favor. A nation paralyzed from further decay by the inevitable intervention of the Council. A price paid in blood, to grind the world to a halt.
Laurel is missing, the appointed Court Mage not returned to his place, The tenure of his apprentice grows untenable. Things are moving, armies taking action, bandits on the road, and dire things lurk in every shadow. A Surge that great mages are feeling in their bones threatens an age of strife, and the will of the Council will at last be tested.
Yet does one trust, when their memories are filled with shadows of things that never were, and those they love most seem to plot behind behind their back? Is the terrible prophecy of the storm a blessing or a curse? If it is a power that could upset time itself, who can be trusted to hold it.
Note: It is my intention to some day break Book III into smaller chunks, but at present their exact scope is undecided. Book IV is likely to begin somewhere around Chapter 19, where Book V starts is less certain.
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