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... Lothian Manor. His face was a carefully blank mask as he struggled to process the unbelievable news that Sir Gilander had just delivered.
In the courtyard, the winter wind picked up, scattering the pea-sized hail across the flagstones with a sound like demonic claws scraping against the walls, or something colder still. The grey afternoon skies hung low over the manor, casting a pale light over everything that leached color from the world and made everything seem faded and dull.
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