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12: The named and the nameless
Ren’i was thankful for Onniar’s instructions the following morning. Every single inch of his body cried and complained like he was bruised all over when he got up. The short walk from Hatam-Ile to the camp was enough to exhaust him, and he shot down Hamr’s protests decisively once there.
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11: The humble apprentice
The night was a far cry from pleasant. Ren’i hadn’t been given anything else to eat but a bowl of greasy broth and a couple of slices of thin, soft akheri-style bread that Mineha had called rieska, and as dusk fell he understood why. When the effects of the medicine abated Ren’i found himself kneeling…
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10: Invitations
The room was dimly lit when Ren’i opened his eyes and realised he was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. The support beams differed from the ones in the palace, and the walls were decorated with carvings. The air was strangely hazy. It made the carven figures appear unreal, almost dream-like. Their features rippled back and…



