The pungent reek of sulfur, spilled blood, and burning pitch filled the high chapel of the lower bailey. The stained-glass windows, once depicting ancient wolf constellations, had been shattered by concussive shockwaves from the siege engines outside. Freezing gusts of mountain wind howled through the broken lancets, tossing the white canvas curtains and chilling the sweat on the brows of the wounded. The chapel was the oldest standing structure within…
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