The Last Ember of Olarin

Cartographer's Guild had fallen into silence. Once, it had been a place of booming knowledge charts drawn by fla

is once-blue tunic was now dulled with soot and sweat. He was not meant for adventure, not bred

he had carefully traced hours earlier. Mountains shifted. Rivers bent. A city that did n

it over. But something in him some ember from childhood tales,

ck broke h

, soft and hurried. "The

on her head had tripled. She stood in the doorway like a mirage-leather-cloa

d. "What do you

she said. "About t

ind his desk shuddered. A loud crash echoe

ng golden-and Kaelen knew: he couldn'

eth