Unopened Doors: The Word
Just a quick shout-out to
logistika_nyx for giving me a readthrough.
II.iv
The Word
The Phon Coast
Fifty years without the Green Word, and yet when Fran was exhausted she still expected to hear its whisper in her mind, warning her of danger. She still depended on it, when she wasn't thinking clearly, even though it wasn't there to depend on.
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“The emperor is willing to overlook race for his more talented servants,” said the Prime Judge - you could tell their rank from the subtle differences in their armor, if you knew how to look - as he approached Fran, held down by three of his subordinates and a dozen arcane spells. “You should have accepted the offer.”