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Prologue In the quiet town of Brindleford, a thin mist always rose from the river at dawn, curling over cobblestones like a sleepy cat. It was the kind of place where stories lived in the cracks of stone, waiting for a curious soul to pull them into the light. That soul, on a rainy Tuesday, was a lanky, spectacles‑clad cartographer named .

Ivan’s workshop smelled of ink, pine sap, and old parchment. He had spent the better part of a decade drawing every road, river, and ridge of the kingdom of Loria. Yet there was one blank spot on his largest wall map—a dark, jagged shape that no one had ever been able to chart. ivan olli hegre