Chapter 108 The Grave We Grew From
- The wind shifted when Espen stepped beyond the scorched gate.
- The graveyard was quiet, cradled in the northern cliffs just beyond the main rise—overlooking the valley that once held the heart of Avaris. It had been rebuilt, carefully, after the ash cleared and the foundation could be touched again. Each stone carved anew. Each name etched by her own hand. But only one grave had no name, just a single rune scorched into obsidian:
- The old Velharan mark for Mother.