The Distant Affair
The bell tolled not for the hour, but for the breaking of the bone. It was a low, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the city’s stones, a frequency that Margery felt in her teeth before she heard it with her ears. She stood in the narrow alley behind the Assize Hall, the damp cobblestones slick with the morning’s rain, her hand resting on the hilt of a sword she had not...
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