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... l chapel.
King Cnut sat alone beneath a high arched window, the morning light casting a pale hue over the frost-laced floor.
Candles sputtered in their sconces. Incense clung to the air, the scent of myrrh and the fading echoes of last night’s prayers. But no holy presence answered him now.
Only silence.
Before him on the table lay a half-finished letter. The ink froze in the quill’s tip.
He stared at it.
His fingers trembled slightly as he dipped ...
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