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Behind him, the village of Thornwell burned. Not with the bright, cleansing fire of accident, but with the black, oily smoke of deliberate cruelty. The Duke’s men had come at dawn—not to collect taxes, not to enforce a decree, but to make an example. They had hanged the smith for refusing to shoe their horses. They had thrown the miller’s daughter into the well. And Herric, the sworn protector of Thornwell, had arrived an hour too late.

Then he walked out of the great hall, down the winding stairs, through the empty dungeons, and back into the cold. a man rides through by stephen r donaldson.pdf

“I swore an oath to protect the Marche. Not to serve your cruelty.” Behind him, the village of Thornwell burned