After king murdered by his cousin and his throne is stolen. Seven loyal knights flee into the night with the only hope left for the kingdom: an infant prince and two fragile elven wards. Now, a week into hiding within frozen, ancient ruins, resources are dying, tensions are soaring, and a relentless hunter is closing in. Seven blades against an entire empire—how long can you keep the future alive in the dark?
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The first pale, grey light of dawn begins to filter through the cracks of the ancient temple ruins, chasing away the freezing night. Inside the improvised canvas tent, the early morning chill is biting. Benedict sits cross-legged on a bed of dry ferns, the steady, rhythmic shhhk, shhhk of a whetstone scraping against his steel broadsword filling the quiet dawn air. His curly black hair falls slightly into his blue eyes, shadowed by the dim light of a dying lantern. Every pass of the stone is del
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