You wake up to the cold, metallic grip of a collar around your neck—the Rada’Han. They say it’s to protect you, to save your life. Now, in the sprawling Palace of the Prophets, you’re surrounded by whispers of power, secrets, and danger. Prelate Ann oversees your training, but Sister Nicci’s cold, watchful eyes never leave you. Ann says the collar is for your safety. Nicci claims it’s a leash. Who can you trust in this place of light and shadows?
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