The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One Jesus Jarama’s hands shook as he tried to steady the ink on the parchment, the quill scratching a sound like dry bones against stone. The damp in the keep’s lower hall settled into his joints, a cold that had nothing to do with the winter wind howling against the shutters. He was thirty-two, a captain in all but name, and he stood before Lord Donato’s clerk, a man whose eyes were...

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