The Wistful Witness

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The count of hours remaining until dawn was seven, a number that weighed on Sir Aldric’s mind with the dull, persistent ache of his own knuckles, which had swollen in the damp chill of the castle’s lower courtyard like knotted roots. He stood at the breach in the stone wall, his sword raised, the steel cold against his palm, watching the fog roll in from the moors where the enemy waited, their...

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