The Distant Legend
The stone floor of the Inquisitor’s tribunal was cold enough to bite through the leather of Sir Aldric’s boots, a chill that traveled up his shins and settled in the marrow of his knees, a physical reminder of the weight he carried not just in his armor but in the silence of the man who sat upon the high seat, the High Inquisitor, whose face was a mask of pale, unblemished authority that seemed...
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