A Borel Library Preservation Copy
Witnessed, translated, and re-inked by Arazib of the Grinning Coast
Morning broke with a brisk, electric chill that snapped the skin to attention, while sunlight seeped in slow gold, kindling warmth deep in the bones. Overhead, the sky unfurled in a blue so pure it unsettled, and to stand beneath it felt like stumbling in…
