Chapter 66 In The Ruins

• *Permiton*
• Our plan is terrible. It’s risky and rushed, based more on instinct than certainty. Still, it’s the only one we have. I stare down at the ancient text splayed across the marble table, the brittle parchment threatening to crumble beneath my fingers. The ink has faded in places, the script so old it bleeds together like veins across stone, but I’ve read it four times through, and I keep coming back to the same haunting phrase.
• “Shadow that clings can be burned by light unclaimed.”