The Faded Frontier
I counted the stitches in the leather binding of the sunstone case, three hundred and twelve in total, each one a small, tight knot of horsehair that held back the warmth I was trying to keep from leaking into the freezing air of the keep. The stone itself was no larger than a man’s thumb, a jagged piece of amber that had been pulled from the earth before the first kings of the valley were...
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