That is when she arrived.
The rain is falling sideways as RAIN (full name: Rainier Veridias), a former arcane examiner for the Dullkight Inquisitory, kneels in a flooded alley. He’s a lean man in his late thirties, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes the color of tarnished pewter. His coat is patched, his tools are secondhand. He’s examining a body that has no right to exist. rain+degrey+curse+of+dullkight+part+1
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The Needle of Noon had not failed. Degrey’s lighthouse did not cause the rain—it merely punctured a membrane between worlds. On the other side lies a realm known in forbidden texts as the , a dimension of stagnant sorrow. The rain is not a punishment. It is an invasion . Each droplet is a living thought from the Grey Deep, seeking to replace human memory with formless despair. His coat is patched, his tools are secondhand
Cut to a high tower in the city’s wealthy district. A figure in a faded blue cloak stands before a window, watching the rain. Behind them, seven grey statues—the “victims”—stand in a loose semicircle. The figure speaks: “The knight and the examiner. Good. Let them dig. The first key is already in their hands.”
DeGrey has been tracking the same series of attacks—three “statue murders” in two weeks. The Inquisitory has written them off as a freak alchemical accident. DeGrey knows better: each victim was last seen alive in the presence of someone wearing a faded blue cloak embroidered with a cracked sunburst—the symbol of the long-extinct Order of Dull Resolve .
