Snow crunched beneath her boots as she reached the summit, where a circle of blackened stones formed the ancient pyre. The sky above swirled with stormclouds and smoke, and somewhere far below, the kingdoms warred and schemed, blind to the truth buried beneath their feet. The woman knelt, her bones aching with age and duty, and drew a curved dagger from beneath her cloak. Its blade was dull, its purpose not. Blood was the old tongue's currency-and the dragons would only listen if the price was paid.
She pressed the dagger to her palm and hissed as her skin parted. Blood spilled onto the altar, soaking into runes etched before memory, runes carved by fire-breath and sealed by oath. The ground trembled. A dull throb echoed through the stones, as though the mountain itself had begun to stir. The woman raised her voice, low and fierce, chanting words forbidden since the old reign, when flame ruled sky and throne. Her breath steamed. Her blood sizzled on the stone.
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