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... l was short but tense. The city of Strathmore was eerily quiet. Shutters were drawn tight against the plague-ridden air, and the few citizens on the streets hurried along with heads bowed, clutching rags to their faces. The only sound was the rhythmic clatter of the horses’ hooves on the old cobblestones.
The Cathedral loomed ahead, a massive structure of grey stone that seemed to pierce the low-hanging clouds. It was a fortress of faith, built centuries ago to withstand sieges both spir ...
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