The Distant Temple

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The iron bit of Sir Aldric’s sword was stuck in the rotting oak of the executioner’s gallows, and he was pulling. He pulled until the veins in his neck bulged like worms, until the taste of copper flooded his mouth, and still the blade would not free itself. Around him, the courtyard of the High Castle was a storm of mud and screaming men, but Aldric heard none of it. He heard only the creak of...

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