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The Raven Letter

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-07 10:53:09

The letter arrived with the first black snow.

It fell just past midnight, soft and silent, blanketing the outer towers of Moonstone Keep in ash-dusted frost. The guards found the raven perched on the eastern parapet, black as pitch, eyes glimmering violet, a single scroll tied to its claw.

It did not caw.

It did not blink.

It only watched.

And when the guards approached, it unfurled its wings and vanished in a pulse of obsidian smoke, leaving only the letter, wrapped in silver thread and waxed with a sigil no one recognised.

They brought it to Elara immediately.

She stood in the war room, firelight casting long shadows across the walls, a half-finished battle map before her. Her generals stood close: Kael, Lucien, Thorne, and Saphira, though even she now kept a few steps behind.

Elara took the scroll and turned it in her hands.

The wax was unbroken.

The parchment was cold.

The seal: an ink-black raven, its wings woven through a crescent moon and a serpent biting its tail.

Not Pact.

No
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