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"The song ends," Elias whispered, "but the story stays with you. Don't let it go cold."

A young girl near the hearth stopped mid-sip, her eyes wide. To her, it wasn't just a song; she could see the Iron Queen’s army marching through the firelight. She could smell the ozone of the Thief’s magic. The Ballad Singer

"Tonight," Elias rasped, his voice a low vibration that seemed to come from the floorboards themselves, "we sing of the Iron Queen and the Silk Thief." "The song ends," Elias whispered, "but the story

For a long minute, no one moved. No one reached for their ale. "The song ends