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The blood on the stone was not red. It was grey, like wet ash, and it smelled of copper and rot. I wiped my hands on my tunic, the fabric already stiff with the substance. My brother, Thomas, lay in the infirmary three floors up, his lungs rattling like dry leaves in a tin can. He had six days left. Maybe five. The Rot took the breath first, then the mind, then the skin. I was Silas Vane,...

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