“One born from a grave misdeed, of a great and terrible Primal power, with blood full of ash and ice.” Her words rattled her entire body, raising the tiny hairs all over mine. “The Chosen who will usher in the end, remaking the realms. The Harbinger of Death and Destruction.” I sucked in a sharp breath at the all-too-familiar words of the prophecy. She must’ve heard them from the Duke. It was the only explanation. “You.” The hem of the lacy veil fluttered. “I wait for you. I wait for death.” Icy fingers pressed against the back of my neck once more as if a spirit had touched me there. The old
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