The Distant Blade
The signature on the deed is not his. Elias Vane stared at the ink, the loops of the final ‘e’ in Halloway’s name hanging in the air like a noose, and felt the iron key in his pocket grow heavy, a cold weight that pulled at the fabric of his trousers. He had come to the magistrate’s office to save the house, to prove that his father’s labor had bought the stone and the mortar, but the document...
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