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The light snow softened my steps along the road. The gatehouse was unguarded, and there weren't any other footprints lining the road. I stepped into the cover of the gatehouse for a moment, and I pulled my cloak tightly around me.

No horses clanked on the white cobble road, no wagons, no soldiers, and no noise.

Silence.

Do I proceed? Do I meet up with my old friend and Captain of the guard? Was I walking into a trap?

My hands felt for my broadsword within my velvet cloak. It was there, neatly pressed against my length. I wasn't going in empty handed, but what was I walking into?