It’s a poem. Signed Vox Draconis like the fragment Lee and I found in his manor, and styled, as that one was, like the canonized Aurelian Cycle. But this one is in Callish. Sing to me, Muse, of the Revolution’s Daughter who after Uriel sur Aron, after Pytho, after the triarchs of old ages and the corruption of their reign came lowborn to defy them: Who was expelled from her home, fell from all grace, and rose on a dragon’s wings.
