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... heavy boots crunching against the gravel.
His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were clouded with exhaustion and grief.
At the center of the courtyard, illuminated by the pale light of dusk, stood a black carriage bearing the crest of the Investigation Authority.
Before it, resting solemnly on an iron stand, was a coffin.
His steps slowed. His throat closed. The world seemed to narrow until all he could see was that dark lid.
If there was one thing he wa ...
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