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“Part 1 ends here,” she whispers, “because I’m about to do something very stupid.”

But she has a choice—the same choice every Rain-Reader before her has faced. rain+degrey+curse+of+dullkight+part+1

To be continued in . Stay tuned for the next installment. And remember: if the rain starts falling sideways, do not touch the sigil. Do not whisper your own name. And for the love of all that is dry, do not—under any circumstances—look into a puddle that looks back. “Part 1 ends here,” she whispers, “because I’m

That is where our protagonist, , enters the story—not as a hero, but as a reluctant witness. Rain is a "puddle-treader," a low-tier aquamancer licensed only to clear clogged drains and redirect minor flooding. She is twenty-three, cynical, and wears a waxed coat that smells like regrets and river moss. She never asked for a curse. She never believed in Dullkight’s old legends. But legends, like damp, have a way of seeping in when you least expect them. Chapter One: The Calendar of Rust The trouble began on the 47th of Mournmonth—a date that exists only in Dullkight’s ancient, forgotten calendar. Most citizens use the Imperial Standard, but the old stones under the city still tick to a different clock. Rain discovered this not through research, but through a blocked sewer grate on Vellum Street. And remember: if the rain starts falling sideways,