The Wistful Witness

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The iron was hot, and the blood was warm, and Old Silas did not flinch as the blade bit into the living meat of the oak. He stood in the center of the courtyard, his back to the great stone arches of the keep, facing the row of spears that had been leveled at his chest by the King’s own guard. They were young men, these soldiers, their faces pale with a terror that was not for themselves but...

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