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... f the winter snow he found so uncomfortable. High vaulted like everything in the church was, the roof was dominated by crisscrossing beams that would have been old a century ago, and Arc found himself penned in on all sides by stacks so tall and rickety that he wouldn't be surprised if they had killed more elderly holymen than he had beasts.
It had been an ordeal to even reach this place. Half a dozen flights of narrow and steep stone stairs, each seemingly designed to provide as much di ...
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