He was no longer a hoarder of poison. He had become a filter. And in the Below that night, they didn’t talk about the collapse of the Above’s council. They raised a toast to the Cype Crack—the ghost who broke open the world to let the light, however harsh, finally bleed in.
But the hoard had a flaw. It was called the Cype Crack. cype crack
And Kael? He sat in his silent bolt-hole, the Cype Crack now a wide, calm river inside him. The pain was gone. The secrets were out. For the first time in his life, his mind was quiet. He was no longer a hoarder of poison