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CHAPTER 55: THE WEIGHT OF BEING WATCHED

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The heavy oak door of the upper alcove was locked.

I sat with my back pressed against the cold timber, my knees pulled hard up to my chin. The sleeve of my gray tunic was rolled past my elbow, and I was staring blindly at the faint black ink of the Calder crest on my wrist.

The silence in the small room was thick. It tasted like dust and old iron.

Down in the main courtyard, beneath the narrow slit of the window, I could hear the muffled clatter of shields and the low, rough shouts of the guard
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