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THE SIEGE Return of the Archwizards, Book II
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CHAPTER ONE
26 Tarsakh, The Year of Wild Magic (1372 DR)
Twenty Lords of Shade stood chest-deep in a lake that had never before known
the color of light, pulling strands of shadow up from the milky bottom and
splicing them into a curtain of umbral darkness that hung down from the
cavern's thousand-needled ceiling. Save for the ripples of grime rinsing out
of their travel-worn cloaks, the water was as clear as air, and thou-sands of
limestone cave pearls could be seen gleaming in the inch-deep shallows along
the shore. Farther out in the heart of the pool, a gar-den of white faerie
stalks rose out of the limpid depths and blossomed across the surface in a
carpet of alabaster mineral pads. Of the hundred natural wonders Vala
Thorsdotter had witnessed since departing her home in Vaasa, this one was