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... into nothingness like an echo of Eleanor’s fading light in the final moments of her life.
Jocelynn sat with her back against the cold stone wall of her cell, her wrists bound by iron manacles whose chains were just long enough to allow her to reach the crude wooden table where Inquisitor Percivus and his acolytes had piled the altar cloths he expected her to embroider.
Every day since she’d arrived in this dank, dark cell, Jocelynn had worked at the embroidery, pricking her own ...
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