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Degrey, horrified by his creation’s consequence, did not flee. He stood at the base of his broken lighthouse, raised a warding staff, and spoke the vow that would define him: “Let my name be cursed. Let my blood be rain-soaked. But let this storm end before I draw my last breath.” He failed. But he did not die—not entirely. What exactly is the Curse of Dullkight? Scholars have debated for generations. The common folk have a simpler answer: it is rain that remembers .

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A murmur of horror. Degrey—if he could still be called that—dwelt in the ruins of the Needle, a creature of rain and regret. No one had ventured there in three years. The last who tried returned without a tongue. Degrey, horrified by his creation’s consequence, did not

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Or what remained of him.

Unlike natural storms, the Dullkight rain does not obey seasons or wind patterns. It falls only within a precise circle—three miles in diameter, centered on the ruins of The Needle of Noon. Outside that circle, the sun shines. Inside, perpetual twilight. The rain feels warm, almost bodily, and carries a faint metallic taste. When it touches bare skin, the victim hears a whisper—always the same three words, in a language older than Thornwell: But let this storm end before I draw my last breath

The Rain-walker’s hand moved toward her vial.