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Chapter 23: Signed in My Own Hand

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"Say it again."

Captain Dorn's mouth opened, then closed. Snow blew in through the door behind Valerius and settled on the captain's boots. Nobody else in the little timber post dared to breathe.

"She is not in the pit, Your Majesty," Dorn said at last. His voice cracked on the last word. "She was there. I swear it on my sons. But she is gone."

Valerius had ridden two nights without stopping. His horse had gone down on the last ridge, and he had left it there, steaming in the snow, and run the
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