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Or might have been a name: Varek .

Varek tilted his head. “Impressive for an untrained hedge-witch. But you are not strong enough to unmake what was built before your grandfathers’ grandfathers drew breath.”

“I put him one step out of phase with this reality,” Pug said. “He’s still there. We just can’t see him anymore.” raymond e feist vk

The world lurched. Tomas grabbed Pug’s arm as the moor tilted, the sky and ground swapping places for a sickening instant. When his vision cleared, they stood on the frozen road to Stone Creek. Behind them, the fog had vanished. No tower. No ravens.

Then the raven came.

And no Varek.

Tomas drew his sword—the hilt warm in his grip. “Who goes there?” Or might have been a name: Varek

Tomas felt the cold change. It was no longer winter’s cold. It was the cold of a tomb.

“The King’s road,” the grey figure repeated, savoring each word. “There has been no King here for a thousand years. You are standing in the ruins of Ithrak’s Fall. The ravens are not birds. They are the unburied dead.” But you are not strong enough to unmake