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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the stone walls of the manor into something porous and weeping. Thomas stood at the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the mud accumulate in the courtyard below. He was a man of small habits and precise duties, a clerk in the household of Lord Alistair, and he knew the exact angle at which the...
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