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... a week.
Trevor sat in the chair he had claimed as his throne, cuffs immaculate despite the blood that had dried on every stone around him. Windstone stood at his right, clipboard balanced in steady hands, his pale green eyes sharp enough to cut through exhaustion.
Alan had broken three days ago. The rest followed quickly after. The names had poured out like rot finally lanced from a wound; priests, business partners, archivists, and even the lowliest servants were tied in whispe ...
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