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Born on the ninth hour of the ninth day of the Ninth Ember Moon, her first cry was accompanied by a spontaneous combustion of the midwife’s linens. Her mother, Lady Vesper DeGrey, looked not with horror but with exhausted resignation. "The Dull Knight stirs," she whispered, before the fever took her.

But for now, in Part 1 – Hot, we leave Rain DeGrey standing at the edge of the Scorched Plains, a cracked map in her hand, the rusted sigil glowing on her arm. Behind her, Dullkight smolders in a permanent twilight of ash and amber. Ahead, a frozen tomb that may hold a dead man, a god, or just another disappointment. rain degrey curse of dullkight part 1 hot

You see, the DeGreys were not a house of fire mages, nor dragonlords, nor forge-gods. They were a house of accountants . Boring, precise, meticulous lineage-keepers. For four centuries, they maintained the ledgers of the kingdom of Dullkight—a city so unassuming that its name became a self-deprecating joke. Dullkight: where the most exciting event of the decade was the accidental double-filing of grain-import forms. Born on the ninth hour of the ninth

She takes a step. The ground beneath her foot turns to magma. But for now, in Part 1 – Hot,

They simply burn. Or they leave.