The road that began in blood and passed through summer comes, at last, to its midnight. A chronicler writes from a long silence, setting down the things he outlived and the names the world gave him without asking.
Across a frozen country, a gathering moves toward a single crossing, where mercy and memory are weighed one final time, and where the light that answers does not fall from above. It rises, the way it always has, from beneath the stone.
What the fire could not take, the earth kept. This is the saga of the answer.