The Faded Frontier
"You have failed the harvest, Elspeth, and in doing so, you have failed the blood of this house." The voice of Magistrate Aldous hung in the damp air of the great hall, heavy as the wet wool of his cloak. Elspeth stood at the far end of the long oak table, her hands folded tightly in her lap, the fabric of her grey dress worn thin at the elbows. She did not look up. To look up was to admit...
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