11/05/2026 01:23

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I caught a whiff of something unpleasant in the holy sept, in truth. Her world was no larger than the hands at her throat and the face that loomed above her. Good enough. A FEAST FOR CROWS307 Oh.

But first. When she opened her fingers, it clung to her sweaty palm. Two more red-cloaked guardsmen stood atop the steps. But no longer.