The Wistful Witness

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Martha Pargeter, the stone was cold against her cheek, and the smell of the dried feverfew was sharp, almost violent in the stagnant air of the infirmary. She was thirty-two, a senior warden of the Order of the Iron Gate, and her hands, usually steady enough to calibrate the lock mechanisms on the north tower, were trembling as she worked the pestle into the mortar. Thomas, her son, lay on the...

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