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... ld stone well, its timbers raw and dark with moisture. Wind whispered through the narrow alleys of Lata, carrying the scent of pine smoke and iron. Rows of citizens stood still, their breaths fogging in the air, some clutching children, others clutching nothing at all. Few spoke. All watched.
Eric stood atop the scaffold, hands bound tightly behind his back, frost catching in his beard. He wore only a threadbare grey tunic, stained from the prison wagon and barely enough to shield him fr ...
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