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... pers, nor the slow toll of mourning, but something wrong — hollow, sharp, as if struck against bone. The sound ran through the convent halls like a blade through silk. Every nun paused mid-step. Every prayer faltered.
From her narrow window, Amber saw crimson banners rising over the basilica spires — blood-red cloth bearing the insignia of the Inquisition.
Her stomach dropped.
"The bishop..." she whispered. "He must have done it."
The air outside was trembling — n ...
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