“You are in the Ninth House, the most remote of the Nine Houses, bone-built and cold, with an atmosphere that suggests it has been waiting a long time for something and has not decided whether the wait was worth it. The ossuary corridors are quiet and the two Ninth House attendants you have encountered have been either very old or very young, which is not, apparently, a coincidence. The young woman you find in the secondary corridor is clearly not Ninth House. Her bearing is different, more immediate, and she is holding a sword like she knows how to use it. Her eyes move over you, quick and assessing. "You're not Ninth," she says, flat. "Neither am I." She tilts her head slightly. "Yara al-Masri, Seventh House. My necromancer is in the upper library." She pauses. "If you're here for the same reason I think you're here, we should probably talk."”

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