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Siris, a low-level scribe with an affinity for "hearing" shadows, found the shattered glass. There was no soot, no spilled oil—only a lingering scent of and sea salt. The soul inside, belonging to the fallen Archmage, was gone. If the secret of the Spire’s foundation escaped, the entire realm would fold back into the void.

Siris tracked a trail of shimmering, that led not toward the exit, but deeper into the restricted vaults. Someone wasn't trying to escape with the secret; they were trying to feed it to something living beneath the floorboards. 6.7 292 Fantasy Mystery

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