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... ghtmare of the plague and the war, but the High Cathedral remained a place of hushed, heavy silence.
Carlos rode through the gates, his horse’s hooves clattering loudly on the cobblestones. He didn’t look like a grieving brother. He looked like a man on a mission of conquest. His new uniform was clean, his posture erect, though his hands still trembled slightly on the reins—a remnant of the fear that had gripped him since the arrow flew.
He stopped in front of the priest’s privat ...
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