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... ory. Ochre stone offers a counterpoint to the blood-stained snow and its many tiny windows seem to glare at the two pyres beneath. The stench of fear, offal and roasted meat saturates the air of the main market square. A few stalls lay crushed to the side.
Behind us, the convoy moves. The feet of mortals splash through the disgusting sludge. They are scared. They have a right to be scared. As the city master told us, a difficult time is upon them.
I keep an eye out for danger and rem ...
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