A foreign delegation comes to Ysant with someone Monk would rather forget: Scout Iris. Then softly as snow, religious war precipitates. Book 1/5.
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“Softly the snowflakes collect
Far from hearing, filling
The storehouses of glaciers, uncounted
Unenvied, not heeded – yet…”