PREVIEW
... from ordinary. It had been seven days since he left the hospital and, with the help of books and his maids, located the Valley of the Floating Waterfalls. Seven days since the last comfortable cup of tea, and the deadline for the Tournament of Protection was tightening like a rope about to snap.
It was nighttime.
And what a strange night it was.
The sky in the demon territory wasn’t made of ordinary constellations, but of moving ones—as if the stars were incandescent bird ...
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