“That was when they noticed that every music on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space. It was the song of Ellwye. Then the song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And terrassen. And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn whah they had become, they played the song of Adarlan.”
— Feb 12, 2026 09:08PM
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