Chapter Ten: The Servant, or Doubt

Memory is the sweetest and subtlest poison of all. – Words of the Emperor in Qepperdan, Matthieu Sartonné, as narrated to his page, Jarun Hichame The scant light which slipped through the curtains was pale and cold, as if the sun was but some distant, fragile thing. Dawn must have been near but not so … Continue reading "Chapter Ten: The Servant, or Doubt"