she’d been dismembered; the sleeves were gone and her leggings only reached her knees. In the sunlight she’d barely noticed and at night she’d had Thayne’s furs. If she was imprisoned here, though, then she might die of exposure before they got the chance to execute her.

She stumbled down one long corridor after another, passing white-clad servants and a few apprentices also clothed in purity. The air of self-righteousness coming off them as they gazed at the wicked prisoners was nauseating. When Tania reached the judgment chamber, however, she realized that the apprentices were nothing compared to the collective holiness awaiting her.

The massive room was set up like an arena. As they entered the pit, Tania looked up to see rows upon rows of Knights above them. Directl...

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