Chapter 45 Lord Brandon

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The midday frost bell had barely ceased its echoing chime when the first heavy iron-shod wagons of the western garrison rumbled across the timber drawbridge. The weather quarantine had successfully funneled the incoming high-line lords straight into the lower courtyard, keeping them isolated from the main fortress barracks where Marcus’s...

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