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Damek roused me from sleep the following morning before the first birds had begun to sing in the trees around us.

“Wake up, you lazy bastard,” he said as he shoved at me with his foot. “Can’t lie abed all the gods damned day when there’s work to be done!”

This was the second morning in a row now that the old man had woken me before the dawn. The previous morning, lying in my mother’s hovel, it had been understandable, as Inquisitor Koldan and the posse were coming to begin the...