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 Eleven Walkers

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They came in through the eastern gate on foot, in a ragged line, and the great hall went so quiet that Elara could hear the road dust still ticking off their boots.

The steward had not exaggerated. They were old, most of them, weathered the way people get who work land that fights back, in patched coats the color of turned earth. They carried no weapons. The white cloth they had walked under had been stitched to a hay-rake handle, and the woman at the head of the line held it in both fists as t
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