Elowen descended the stairs from the mage tower, but the tower did not loosen its hold on him. The mark inside Theon’s glass sphere, the jagged symbol formed from ancient curse work, lingered in his mind like an unwelcome memory.He had seen that mark once before. It had been carved into a stone arch in the eastern wildlands, a place the elders refused to discuss. They whispered that the arch belonged to a forgotten age when magic shaped souls instead of guiding them. No shifter ever lingered there for long.Now, the same symbol had appeared inside the assassin who had tried to kill the king.Elowen walked the palace corridors without purpose. The halls blurred around him. Nobles avoided his gaze, guards bowed stiffly, while the servants looked at him the way small animals looked at fire, with fascination edged in fear.He should have felt satisfaction. Once, he would have. But everything about this place unsettled him in ways he had not expected.A voice interrupted his spiraling tho
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