The Wistful Witness

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Chapter One "You will hang before the frost sets, herbalist," the Inquisitor’s scribe said, his quill scratching against the parchment with the dry rasp of a bone dragging across stone. Siranush Beridze did not answer. He stood in the chariot maker’s yard, the wind off the escarpment biting through his wool, watching the glare off the distant ice field flatten the world into a sheet of white....

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