The Pale Shadows
Act I "You are a fool, Esperanza, to believe the water holds what the court has already judged." The Inquisitor’s voice was dry, like leaves scraping stone. I stood in the mud of the causeway, the midsummer rain cold as March on my shoulders, my hands gripping the hilt of my truncheon until my knuckles whitened. He sat in the shade of the pleasure garden, a place that smelled of rotting figs...
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