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The gate groaned open on hinges that had not seen oil in a decade. Dust plumed into the cold air, thick and grey, settling on the stone floor of the courtyard. Kaelen stood with his back to the wall, his sword raised, the steel trembling in his grip. Across the gap, Thomas smiled. It was not a smile of triumph, but of recognition, cruel and intimate. Kaelen knew that face. He had seen it in the...
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