The Distant Nightmare

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You hold the parchment in your left hand, the wax seal broken, the ink still damp with the sweat of the scribe who wrote it. It is a list of debts, but the numbers are wrong; the miller’s son, William, has marked your name next to the column for stolen grain, and the sum is enough to hang you twice. You are Thomas, thirty-two years old, the constable of Oakhaven, and you are tired. The Black...

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