The Knight of Stars
The desert wind carried the smell of smoke and blood. Roland de Montfort stood on the ridge above Acre, watching the crusader camp sprawl below him like a wounded beast. They had been besieging the city for three months. Three months of heat, of disease, of watching men die for a tomb they had never seen. In his saddlebag lay the Book of Stars. He had found it in a ruined monastery outside...
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