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He chose the sluice. It was the most degrading. That seemed appropriate.

Herric stood in the silence. The brazier hissed. The snow fell beyond the high windows. He looked down at the body of the man who had made him, broken him, and finally released him. a man rides through by stephen r donaldson.pdf

He slept in fits, dreaming of a woman’s voice calling his name from the bottom of a well. When he woke, the sleet had turned to snow, and the world was white and silent. He chose the sluice

The Rider’s Reckoning

The water was thigh-high and cold enough to stop a lesser man’s heart. Herric waded through it in the dark, his sword held above his head, his breath coming in short, controlled gasps. The tunnel smelled of rust and rot. Twice he slipped on algae-slicked stones. Twice he caught himself before the current could sweep him over the falls. Herric stood in the silence