The bells of the rivergate toll fourteen times, and the Earl's funeral barge slides into a city already tense with anticipation on the Eve of St. Jhess. The Earl's daughters strew lilacs in the barge's wake, and winter lurches on, reeling like a drunk who will not allow himself to tumble into spring.

The city is aflame with talk of the crisis surge. When the surge transformed the Earl into an abomination before the basalt altar in St. Wrandt's cathedral, the city withdrew in shocked silence for a day. Now, the accusations, curses, vituperations, and hexes are threatening to consume the city as it stumbles onward.  

Steel, Lilacs, and Penumbra (Spellbound Kingdoms)

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