Author: n***4
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Review: The part Geralt had never been able to properly absorb — sitting in some tavern with the third drink going warm in his hand — was the patience of it. Not a hundred years of shadow conquest. Not two hundred. A thousand and a half of thousand years, Aether had moved quietly through the world like ground frost through soil, working from underneath, and by the time any kingdom noticed the cold, the roots were already dead. He had been advisor to emperors who never knew they served him. He had been the anonymous investor behind merchant guilds that owned half a continent's food supply. He had backed the right wars and quietly starved the wrong ones of funding. He had waited through every dynasty and every plague and every age of chaos with the absolute serenity of a man who knows that time, in the end, belongs to him. The announcement of his rule had been almost anticlimactic. There had been no invasion. There had been no armies massing at borders. One morning the world had simply woken up
لون: متعدد الألوان
مقاس: أزرق
