The Distant Journey

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The town crier’s voice, thin and reedy in the October chill, cut through the low hum of the market square, calling out a name that felt heavy on the air like wet wool. Elias Vane stood by the tanning pit, his hands submerged to the wrist in the brackish, lime-stiff water, and he did not look up, knowing the summons was not for the man in the pit but for the master of the house, the man who owed...

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