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... aw and sickness. Hours had bled away since the portcullis groaned shut.
Kael sat with his back against the rough wood, swallowed by the dark. His muscles burned, urging him to move, to run, to do something. But he remained frozen.
Escape was a lie.
He had weighed the risks in the silence. The main gate was sealed; without a Writ of Passage, the guards would put a crossbow bolt through his back before he took three steps. The walls were thirty feet of ice-slicked stone. ...
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