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Allen Delais woke alone one day on the edge of a vast forest, where all he had was the strength of his arm and a strange, divine mark above his eye. His memories were elusive, inseparable from his dreams. Luck landed him a position on a passing ship, and two years passed while he learned about the world around him and sailed the Aela on the rivership Dhara. Eventually he lands in Rylar, the capital of the north, where he delivers a letter of commission from the Dhara’s captain. The appeal of the Northern Guard’s tradition is strong, and hard-won skill at arms and a mind that takes easily to the tactics of battle have forged a place for him, but that place feels hollow. His days are filled with labor and his nights are burdened by memories and questions that leave him restless through the dark hours and waiting for the dawn.

Creeping over the horizon, war threatens to take away all that he has built, and it brings with it the ghosts of his past–or perhaps they are more real than ghosts.

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