In the restricted stacks beneath Greyholt Abbey, Matthis finds a thin, untitled volume sitting where no such book should be. Its pages are mostly blank, save for six strange fragments of writing that seem older than explanation itself. Is it a lost remnant of the First Language, or merely a scholar’s dangerous fancy?

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In Ironreach, Hector Clay is a blacksmith who trusts fire more than talk. His forge is plain, practical, and hard-won, a place of honest heat, iron, and labour. But when one of his blades refuses to cool, Hector discovers a craft no other smith can offer.

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In Lenth, discretion is more common than virtue and far more useful. When Draegel arrives wearing a trustworthy mortal shape, Alderman Hollister accepts his coin and opens the city’s hidden doors. But Draegel is not seeking pleasure. By the time Hollister understands the bargain he has helped arrange, the account has already been settled.

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Step into the Black Bogs of Mock with Nimus Crill, a Hidren master who has long since stopped believing in mysteries - only in problems to be solved. In this tale, a creature whispered about in taverns and dismissed in lecture halls finally yields something real. But knowledge, as ever, is only as valuable as the mind that judges it.

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Ardis Flynt is a Falsrott, a person who eschews the investment of time required to study schools of magic and instead follows another path. He is one of the Augmented, a group who are bestowed with powers at the hands of others in return for coin or favour. He is no longer asking permission, but he is drawing attention.

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A young woman leaves the stagnant safety of Eelpond and sets out for Faelen’s Watch, drawn by the memory of a half-sister who chose a harder road long before her. What begins as a simple journey soon becomes something sharper and darker, as Liora discovers that the Marchlands is a place where truth is resisted, innocence is measured, and a traveller alone can be observed, assessed, and priced.

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Tibbit Hashweal is set to spend an uneasy night in the gaol below the Crooked Mare after being accused of a theft he cannot remember. The cell is cold, sleep will not come, and in the darkness opposite him sits a hooded figure who does not belong among ordinary prisoners. What begins as discomfort and silence slowly curdles into something far worse, as strange breathing, missing time, and the quiet pressure of another presence close in around him.

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When cracks begin to show in the Yewdeep, Wertilish turns to a powerful staff, a tool that answers fear with speed and terrible precision. At first it seems a blessing. It steadies what should fail, saves those in danger, and offers the kind of power that makes hesitation feel like guilt. But every use takes something from her, and worse still, the staff does not value life as she does. It values outcomes.

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