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Rain sheets down, turning the torchlit courtyard into a slick, glittering plain. Marten stands rigid, his grip tight on the spear shaft, eyes carving through the shifting shadows. A full week of unnatural quiet hangs in the damp air, broken only by the distant, lonely cry of a raven.