The Distant Affair
The parchment lay on the oak table, the ink still wet in the deep, jagged strokes of the bailiff’s hand. It was a bill of sale, or rather, a demand for restitution. Elias Thorne, scribe of the lower ward, owed Lord Ashworth forty silver marks for the theft of a family heirloom. The item was not gold, nor was it gem-studded. It was a silver brooch, shaped like a moth, taken from the cloak of his...
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