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Chapter One Manuel Valdes was already climbing the wet stone steps when the rain began to hammer against the slate roof of the court, a sound like gravel thrown by a furious hand. He adjusted the strap of his satchel, the leather slick and cold against his shoulder, and pushed open the heavy oak doors of the High Justicar’s office. The air inside was dry and smelled of dust and old paper, a...
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