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The air tasted of iron and old parchment. "Is it true?" asked Sir Thomas. His voice was a dry crack in the stone silence. Edward did not look up. He kept his eyes on the floor. The marble was cold through his boots. "I do not know what you mean," Edward said. "Stop lying to me, Ed." Thomas leaned forward. The shadows in the alcove deepened. "I saw you in the archives. At midnight." Edward’s...
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