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... a stone table that Aldric had built for four. Runt’s charcoal map dominated the surface — The Stamp, the border villages, the patrol routes, the cliff face, all drawn in the precise shorthand of a scout who thought in distances and angles.
Krug stood at the head of the table. Not because he’d chosen the position — because everyone else had left it for him. The Handler. The Voice’s mouth. When Krug spoke in council, it wasn’t always clear where the priest ended and the god began, and tha ...
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