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The roof of the chapel caved in before the first snow fell, a sudden, violent collapse of oak beams and slate that sent a cloud of dust and debris into the square. You were standing in the shadow of the wall, your hands still stained with the white paste you had mixed in secret, when the Guild Master’s voice cut through the settling dust. He did not shout. He simply stated that the holy cloth,...
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