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... forgotten. The only people who came were the cold, grim purple-robed Executors of the Ecclesiastical Tribunal who came each day bringing his meals. His arms and legs both broken, Linley’s only choice was to squirm over then lower his head to the food.
Within the dark, gloomy cell, one such day after another passed.
Life? Or death?
Linley didn’t know which it would be, but Linley wouldn’t so easily give up any hope of staying alive.
The ...
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