Each time one of the queen's craftsmasters arrived she waited for the tittering whispers and sly, knowing glances that would indicate he'd heard about the weave at last night's dinner-or, worse, heard she was to blame. To her surprise, the dreaded mockery never came. The craftsmasters went about their business with the same veiled arrogance and brisk dispatch as before. Either they had no idea what had happened, or they were taking great care not to show it.Worse than the shame of last night's weave, though, were the horrifying memories of the nightmare that had followed.The pit of darkness. The rats, swarming around her, crawling over her, shredding her flesh from her bones with their sharp teeth and claws while the Shadow Man taunted, "Show yourself, girl." The vast battlefield thick with the corpses of everyone she knew and thousands more she didn't. The immense army, so huge it stretched beyond the limits of her vision, covering the world like an ocean of foul darkness. The chilling, sibilant voice hissing, "You'll kill them all.
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