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The prison cart had no cushioning, no covering, and was clearly designed to move something from one place to another without any particular concern for its comfort.
Darion sat on the bare wooden floor of it with his back against the side and his knees drawn up slightly, watching the imperial roads pass beneath him through the gaps in the planks.
Two knights had been assigned to take him. Ralf handled the horse and Nigel sat beside him on the driver’s bench, and from the ...
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