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2024-10-29 19:42:56The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning goods.
The old dry wood and countless layers of paint and varnish blazed with a fierce hungry light. Heat rose shimmering through the chill air; behind, the gargoyles and stone dragons on the castle walls seemed blurred, as if Moriah were seeing them through a veil of tears. Or as if the beasts were trembling, stirring . . .
"An ill thing," Hadassah declared, though at least she had the sense to keep her voice low.
"Silence," said Moriah. "Remember where you are."
They were heading to the Garden.
Hundreds had come to the battle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Battle of Blood. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their lives.
Moriah was thinking about his ancestors. They had overturn
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