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Stephen Day

“What the hell was that?” said Merrick.

“Judgement,” said Stephen.

He walked forward and Crane knew that even the most lethal killers of his past would have shrunk back to let this man go by at this moment. His eyes were their normal tawny colour again, but every time he blinked a flutter of black and white and blue danced across them. Magpies pecked and jumped around him, and gathered silently in the bushes and trees around them.

The Justiciar

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