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In late summer, amid the long train of scholars who bring musty ship’s rutters, and the flocked parchments of archived maps, and even, from Erdane, new proof that the Isles of Min Pierens exist in the margin of a faded merchant’s lading list, a brawny craftsman bows before Lysaer s’Ilessid, and says in his broad southcoast accent, “Your Grace, I’m named Cattrick, and I’ve come to apply for the master’s position in your new shipyard at Riverton…”

At twilight on the autumn equinox, while the day fades to night and two seasons shift balance on the fulcrum of change, three Fellowship Sorcerers at Althain Tower seal the next layer in the construct which has commanded their unsparing efforts for a year; and clean power spears out in a ruled, white line to pierce the very nadir of the heavens…

On the wide moors of Araethura, while winter’s diamond dusting of frosts silver the stems of sere grasses, the child, Fionn Areth, survives his first year, while his mother weeps for the auguries yet to entangle his future, and his father stands taciturn and silent…