Chapter 575

Recap: On the twenty-first of midwinter, the setting sun was like blood, staining the Barbarian Camp in hues of dim gold. Under the setting sun, the shadows of withered branches were ruthlessly shredded across the chill-inducing bluestone slabs, while a biting draft whipped through the fallen leaves at the alley's end, rustling as if whispering untold secrets. Only the bronze bells at the eaves swayed leisurely into the gathering dusk with a few lonely chimes, steeping the twilight of the ancient city like a silent jar of wine.